You guys understand how a blog works, right? There’s a sequence of events that goes something, but not exactly, like this:
1. I write an entry and post some pretty pictures.
2. You read the entry.
3. You comment on said entry.
Right. So that’s how its done. And yet. We seem to be having an issue getting from #2 to #3. See, I know I have readers. I have a site meter that tells me I average 38 visits per day. And, there are actually 20+ people who subscribe to my blog with Bloglines. (Oh, and Bloglines? The best freakin’ invention since the blog. You can keep track of, like, eleventy million blogs with minimal effort. If you haven’t tried it yet, you really need to do so. Right now.) Anyway, so, yeah, my blog has a community. But, listen up, gentle reader. You’re falling down on the job because you just aren’t leaving comments. Oh, I do manage to get a comment or two with every post now, which is an improvement since the bleak commentless early days of the blog. But some people? They get loads of comments with every post.
So, what’s their secret? Their witty and scintillating style? Their inclusion of knitting content with every post? The fact that they write (and knit) better than me? Maybe. But you know what? I think it’s the contests. Up until recently I had vowed never to resort to bribing you with contests. I thought my readers were above such cheap and shameless antics just to increase commenting. Oh, I know it’s done. Margene held a contest last week on her blog and offered up a prize to the 6500th commenter. 6500th. I had to go have a lie down after imagining what it would be like to have 6500 comments on my blog. Nevertheless, if it takes a prize to get you all to comment, then a prize it shall be. Anything for
comments the sake of the blog.
So. Ahem. I am nearing a small milestone regarding comments. At the rate you guys comment, I might hit it in the next week or two. Might. And the 213th (a random number – how out of character is that?) commenter is going to get this.
That’s two skeins of Art Yarns Supermerino reclining in the hostas, the only plant worthy of photographing in my dry, dry garden.
Oh, and just so you know? I answer (and thank) every commenter. I figure it’s the least I can do.