by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner
Regular readers of the blog — of which there are very, very few — will recall that I’m obsessed with this site’s Webstats. To an embarrassing level. When I should be reading thrillers to get a bead on my competition within my genre, I look very, very carefully at who is looking at this site.
Where they’re coming from, the URL and what they’re interested in is something I’m extremely obsessed with. This has been the case since for 25 years.
Usually, very little of note happens. There are a few regulars who read this blog and I’ve come to ascribe them personalities that they obviously don’t have. I do have a very active imagination, after all.
It’s the people I can’t explain that unnerve me. Why would THAT person from THAT place be interested in ME of all people. I’m a nobody. A crank. A loser. The list goes on.
Then I get a tinge paranoid and start to think that they’re with the FBI. Or I’m about to get canceled for some reason (there are plenty.) Or they really REALLY think I’m a deranged lunatic. (I’m not.)
After I process these insecurities, I start to feel better. Generally, no one cares about me and I feel like I could walk off the face of the earth and only my haters would notice, so getting unusual attention from someone in a big city is a mild distraction.
I’ll put a move on you…
