Hey 3.5 readers.
I was feeling bummed today.
Back from my nice vacation, time to go back to my regular, hum drum life as the Assistant to the Assistant of the Vice President of Corporate Assistance at Beige Corp, the World’s Premiere Producer of Beige Products and Accessories, feeling a little down in the dumps, i.e. realizing it is unlikely I’ll ever visit a big city like NYC ever again except as a tourist…i.e. I’ll never be there to sign on with a publishing agent or to close a book deal or to go to a book signing of my book or something.
Then I saw this:
See that visitor counter?
Or could that number be considered…”30,005 visitors?”
On a numerical scale, seems in keeping with “3.5 readers.”
I could have clicked on this any time. I clicked on it exactly when it said 30,005.
Is it a sign?
I honestly don’t know.
When I was young, I could have chosen the risky path of going balls out toward a writing career or the safe, hum drum path.
I chose to play it safe but in retrospect, I wish I’d chosen risky.
It was so easy to play it safe when I was young. “Plenty of time left. Just be safe a few more years and then you’ll be able to be risky.”
Sigh. Now I’m too old to be risky. The world wouldn’t even let me be risky if I wanted to. Risky opportunities are only passed out to the young.
I get my hopes up too much I guess. My brain and my body keep quoting Eminem, telling me to learn to live “down here” but my heart keeps crying out, “No, live up here!”
I don’t know. These books take time. I suppose I’m too down in the dumps to be all like, “this means I’m going to make it as a writer!” but at any rate, it was neat to see 30,005 readers.
That’s in almost 3 years. You might say 30,005 readers in 2.5 years.
I really need 30,005 readers a day.
Also, I have a theory that the 30,005 visitors are just my 3.5 readers clicking on the site 30,005 times.
I’m sorry to be such a bummer, 3.5 readers.
If you like what you see here, keep reading and keep trying to become more than 3.5 readers.