traffic slut

So I’ve been posting my little heart out, but no one seems to care. Wah! Wherefore are my visitors? Okay, so no one likes the navel-gazing, nor the diary of a bitter journalist, nor the odd rantings of a lit critic. Before I got any comments, and I was satisfied that my blog was my own, private world that no one else cared to visit, I dind’t care.

But as soon as I started getting comments, I started EXPECTING them. I started coming back to my posts to see if anyone had looked. When they did, I was enthralled (and sometimes deeply disturbed). When they didn’t I felt as if I was shooting marbles into the void. I wish I could go back to thinking I had my own personal diaryt hat no one read — but I can no longer do that. My only other option, it seems, is to promote the blog.

Suggestions appreciated (since I’m shameless like that).