I have no way of identifying the individuals who read this blog. Honestly. I don't even know when my followers have logged on. But Google does provide some basic analytics showing the cities that provide visitors. I was quite proud to have attracted readers from Moscow and Mumbai and Lahore, as well as towns in Romania, Vietnam, and Thailand. Until I realized they weren't actually spending any time here -- probably clicking through using that "Next Blog" link just above Will's head and not halted in their tracks even for a second by a doctored picture of Shakespeare.
Quite a few visitors check in from my home town of Rye. But suddenly, in the last couple of days, I started getting unusually long visits -- fifteen minutes, twenty minutes, two or three times a day! A local fan! Wow! If only I could pinpoint her. (Or him, I suppose, he added grudgingly. Not that there's anything wrong, yada, yada, yada.)
Hang on, though. Fifteen minutes on one blog entry? My charming yet discerning devotee must be truly savoring every word.* Fifteen minutes? Why that's the amount of time it takes to . . . write it.
Yup. I forgot that my computer got a new Internet Protocol address the other day, and I hadn't updated the filter setting that excludes me from the statistics. Oh well.
*Or more likely has second-grade reading skills.