In your face, Steve, and all you other naysayers.
I get more and more visitors every day, even during my recent technical snafu. If I somehow started to get super popular and getting tons of comments and whatnot, I would seriously consider making commenting members only, and being very picky about who I let through the front door.
As I've said, the few times a 'big' blogger has linked me, and I get 50 or 60 people reading and commenting at the same time, gives me a touch of the vapors. Or was that gas...whatevah.
I only care about high traffic if they drop off cash. I am otherwise quite content with what I've got going, here.
I'm writing a book, two, actually, but I put far more time and effort into the blog, because this is what I like, and I have loyal patrons and consumers that I am aware of. I smile when people bring 'ego' into it, as I do not have one, as such. And I think readers can sense when someone is an egomaniac, and that puts them off.
I confess to a craftsman's pride, when I feel as if I have tilled a garden of words just right, and I can step back and say "Cool! That works."
But no ego. I get a warm feeling when someone praises me, but I never take it too seriously. Just like I joke about being attractive because women tell me I am. I don't see it, and would never think to preen. How embarrassing. I'm not humble, either, I just am.
Oh well, enough about me. Nat is making trophies out of big Lego blocks, and presenting me with them for being 'The Best Dad In The Word' and such. Now I can work up some pride for that. She can't stand to let me keep them, though, and snatches them back to remake them as something else.
My winning streak might end. A bit ago, I sat on her head and farted, and told her I wanted an award for 'Best Farter', and she is mightily peeved. Lucky I didn't get bit in the balls.