I'm trying hard to understand why so few people are leaving comments on eggbeater lately. I get a lot when it's my birthday or I get fired from a job, but, on the whole, the amount of comments seems to have waned. Is there something I should know? Maybe take a shower more often? De-tangle the knots in my hair? Shine my shoes? Give out more recipes? Wrote about more industry gossip? Start another flame war? Buy a more expensive camera?
Don't be shy, please tell me.
Your comments feed me. Your questions keep me going. Even if you've found a recipe or an instruction or a story posted long ago, I welcome and keep open commenting on all posts young and old.
Maybe I'm too thorough. I don't leave enough holes.
Maybe I'm too sensitive. It's poetry month and poems are more vulnerable than the average eggbeater post.
(The last post? kitchen. That poem is one of my all time favorites. I have been thinking for months about when I would unveil it.)
It could also be that many of you have become my friend. And we talk, in person, about what's on the blogs so then there's no need to leave a comment. Is that it?
It's hard to post day after day, night after night, when there's so little feedback. I hope it's just Spring Break and soon again eggbeater will be a source of inspiration, enjoyment, silliness, delicousness, random information gathering, vicarious living, a reliable cooking tip spot, and anything else you come here for.
Perhaps you remember how in November 2006 I posted every single day? Sometimes twice a day! From NaBloPoMo, I give you this reminder:
We blog, you comment. Your comments are our fuel, our reason to go on posting, our food for blogthought, our accessories to our wordy outfits, the salt on our meat, the eggs in our souffles, the chocolate sauce on our ice cream, the cream in our coffee, the boiling hot water started from cold water for our proper cuppa tea, the water on our garden, the sun on our leaves, the bark in our woof, the purr in our pet, the shine on our shoes, the bounce in our step, the kiss in our smooch, the bubbles in our bath, the scent on our skin, the hot sauce on our eggs, the craft in our craftiness, the Ness in our monster, the moon in our tide, the Maldon salt on our fresh-roasted peanut butter, the pectin in our preserves, the bacon to our BLT, the ---- can you help me out here?