A writer needs a reader. Oh, I know, a writer could write a journal, could keep it under lock under key, and could even destroy it before anyone had a chance to see what secrets it held. But a writer who posts his writings on the internet, checking anxiously at the comments page and at the site tracking report, needs a reader. He needs to know his reader is there and he may even need to know what his reader is thinking.
I can see from the tracking reports that there are many, many people reading these posts. I have seen some of your comments and some of you have written me by email. But I want a little more from my reader. I would like a little more than an IP address, a town in Arkansas or Bangladesh. I'd like to hear from you.
Just a brief note, or a comment, or an email, letting me know you are there. Tell me anything you want. Send me to a new site or to your own blog. Rant and rave, or simply say, " I'm here."
I'm looking forward to it, actually.
19 comments:
I'm here. Keep writing. We are reading, though you may not realize it. Washington, DC.
Ernesto
http://the-day-after-suicide.blogspot.com/
Believe it or not, middle aged married woman here, straight, from Chicago. I'm reading it all.
Diane
One of the few blogs I read. Ne vous inquietiez pas! I'm here.
Pittsburgh.
You know who I am, Paul--though my IP address is in NY and not Tokyo now. You're not going to ask what we're wearing, are you? :)
hey! Thanks for contacting me and pointing me to this (new) blog. You're writing is excellent. Keep writing - I'm reading. jadedbear
http://unrequitedbear.blogspot.com/
Thanks so much for these notes. I've received a lot of emails, as well, which have allowed me to get some sense of who is reading and why. May take me awhile to respond, but I will do so.
A reader from London here, found you through gaybanker.blogspot.com. Thanks for writing!
I never read it. lol .. But I like Sean's comment! It made me glance down at my silk and lace panties. grin...
Don't stop writing Paul. Even if no one read a single word today, tomorrow or for several months it will be here forever. Or, at least, until you decide to erase it all (I really wish you wouldn't do that). You never know who may see it or when your words might be the magic that saves a life, reduces stress and simply brings on a smile. Regardless, words are powerful and can have life changing effects. But any chance of 'positivity' is gone if the words are absent.
Just keep writing what you are really thinking, and we will keep reading.
That Sean........he's always dressed fashionably.....
Reading faithfully, Paul...thinking "Sure wish I was where you are on your journey instead of where I am". Many roads to travel...the blog helps more than you will ever know.
Hi Paul
A new reader, also a Paul, in Budapest
Welcome!
I'm glad to see you come back to blog writing.
Your friend,
Drew
Hi Paul,
Just a reader, a gay one that lives on a beach down here in Galveston, Texas sending a big howdy. Keep writing about the journey...
Hi, I used to read your old blog, but went away for a while - Today I checked it out again and found this new blog. You've got some very insightful posts here. And good luck on the book thing!
Best,
J.
just found the new blog -- and very pleased that i did.
so many bloggers aren't writers, and even fewer know the perspective of the married man who is gay.
many thanks.
Hi. I'm going through a bit of what you went through all those years ago. So I started blogging about it as well. Then I went looking for others who I could relate to and came across this blog. I'm going to see if I can find an archive on your old site. I'm grateful that there are resources like this out there. Oh, and you are a great writer. I'll keep up with you on this site, for sure!
http://foolishwhispersofatelltaleheart.blogspot.com/
Hi. I like the poetic, impressionistic writing, nit at all like mine. w. churchill said that if two people agree on everything, one of them is unnecessary, so it's good to read writing by someone who's approached this topic so differently. You are mining the depths of felling, while I mine the depths of degradation. Just kidding.
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