200 new, 8 returning

It's weird -- my own blogs look like everyone else's to me. "Why is this one so slow to update?" I think impatiently, looking at my own blog. "I haven't seen a new post here in DAYS." I'm cranky that the person appears to be out of town, or off their game; not posting daily, as I would want.

I have the same feeling about Raw Umber, but stronger because I like that writing more.

Which is hilarious.

But true. I write Raw Umber to map the firmament. There's a star. There's a star. Blackness here. Raw Umber feels like a haiku of haikus; wide slow leaps.

According to my sitemeter stats, I'm running at a fairly steady 215 people a day on this blog. Except that, apparently, only 8 of those are returning readers. So either 200 people a day decide NOT to return -- 200 people EVERY SINGLE DAY. Or some of y'all aren't taking cookies, so you just appear to be new each time.

I could probably name the 8 people. They're the ones who go, "Hey, so those are the new glasses? Sweet." Or, "I'm up on your blog, just tell me what else is going on."

I have one reader who says, "I catch up once a month or so. I skip past the theatre stuff, get the gist of your life, hope for the deep." Another who says, "I catch up once a month or so. I ONLY read the theatre, get the gist of your life, hope for the deep."

For deep, see Raw Umber.

If anyone's writing it.