Just as I’m about to sink into my pillow surrounded by the smell of freshly washed bed linen, for a well-deserved sleep, I decide to take one last look at my Twitter account and see if anyone’s tweeted. For some years now, I have always loved the world of social media, no more since entering the world of blogging earlier this year. It’s lovely to hear from my readers and followers, re-tweeting my posts and spreading their little words of praise for all to see is rather satisfying.
Instantly I am engaged. I cannot help but lie there with my eyes shutting as I read your comments. I read them all, I really do. I try to reply to you all too. I’m so grateful that you read my little posts let alone leave me a few words. As I’m reading through them, nodding in agreement or intrigued by a new view-point, I can’t help but get excited when a new name pops up. Ooh, a new reader or a reader who has taken that next step. A commentor. Yes that’s a new word, just for me, and you if you’re reading this post.
In the words of Sharon DuBey
‘I write for myself first and foremost, but I hope that others will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.’
On that note, I just wanted to say…