I always assume that the 800 of you who visit my blog daily who are not close friends and family are probably people living in Saudi Arabia or Hungary who come for the cute pet shots and the occasional skimpily dressed chicka photo that Ash throws up.
But it seems that lots of people I kind of, sort of know, or people who know people I know in Asheville, or random people who I don’t think know about my weblogging, are reading the bloggie.
Recently, I discovered that my newish and primary editor is lurking (Hi K!). I met my former editor through blogging, so I knew he was reading, but I was a bit surprised to find out that my current very pretty editor was reading about my procrastination habits, occasional freelance frustrations, and relationships with other editors! Luckily, I don’t gossip about work, because as a freelancer, I’m always on the knife’s edge of “we are already paying a salary to someone who can do what you’re doing but just doesn’t have time.” She’s cool, though, my editor is. And I’m sure she reads for the silly kid stories, and NOT to check on whether or not I’m blogging instead of writing biz profiles for her. Right?
Another random lurker was outed recently by E-spouse. He talks to, ummmm, well, everyone. He was walking the boy to school with Biscuit and stopped to chat with a new neighbor of ours. Supposedly, she did a double take when she saw the Bisc and said, “I know that puppy. Is your wife a blogger?” Turns out she’s been reading the bloggie for like a year and a half and came over from Ashvegas’ place. Ironically, I’ve photographed her daughter twice in the past two months for shoots for the newspaper. Damn, this is a small town.
Some of you long-time readers might remember a couple of local lurkers who teased me into guessing their identities (one–JA–for months–I couldn’t figure out who the hell he was).
So, here’s your chance, lurkers. Leave a comment or a tease. Say hi. Come OUT! Just for one day. It’ll be fun!