Today I trawled further down popurls seeking news and inspiration. Way down into the dark and dank reaches. What I read there chilled me to the marrow. Well, when I say marrow, perhaps more...
No, there was no shivering. More a tantrum-prone delinquent, twisting his soldiers awkwardly and proclaiming "Bloody Hell!" to the world. What I read was of a blogger who was moving to Friendster, because his audience was bigger on Facebook than it was on his vanity domain blog.
So, what is essentially a slow news day, became a bad news days for me. NoozeHound meets the bad news bear. Blogging is finished. Over. No-one reads blogs any more, man.
Then it struck me. I honestly haven't checked to see if anyone has read my blog at all. Nor do I intend to. I haven't attempted to monetise it, knowing for sure that this would be a waste of time. Neither have I promoted it. Hell, I've not even mentioned it on my Twitter stream.
Don't get me wrong. Despite my recent Euro lottery win, I could still use some extra income - I found myself drooling over an instant merchandise shop today, to make and put on my blog. Then I laughed at the vanity of it all. The untold (and uncounted) readers of my un-monetised and un-promoted blog would go on to purchase how many NoozeHound branded tees and mugs exactly?
If you are reading this you are probably lost with nothing better to do. We have something in common then.
Welcome to the disappointment.
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