One of the cool things about Blogspot is that it gives me all kinds of statistics about readership. I get counts of how many hits I get per day, which posts generate the most views, and even the countries where those views are happening. That's how I know that someone in Singapore has read my blog. I wonder what's up with that?
Of course, my mother is also reading my posts. This morning, I got an e-mail from her saying "I read your last entry. You know I don't like that language." Yes, I do know.
Her e-mail got me thinking about why I'm writing this blog. I'm clearly not writing it just for me. If that were the case, I could simply keep a journal. But, it's not for a targeted audience either. If it were, I'd need to pick a specific topic or stick to a consistent theme for my posts. I don't want to do that.
There a couple reasons I'm blogging. I can't lie -- a large part of it is that I think my thoughts are so darn fascinating (edited for you, Mom) that there has to be audience out there for them. Another part of it is that this makes me feel like I'm "creating" something. Selling insurance products and consulting on HR issues have their moments but it's difficult to see the concrete impact that they have. This blog feels different. The final part is that there's some discipline required for this and I like that. I'm trying not to post simply to post but I think it's kind of cool that people check this site out every day. I want to have something there for them so that they don't go away disappointed.
OK, enough seriousness. How about that Charlie Sheen? I saw an online report this morning saying that even Lindsay Lohan is concerned about him. Can we just send him to Dr. Drew already?
This is where the magic happens.
