A week ago, I wondered if books and blogs are read at all. Would anyone answer, I asked. And doubted it.
No one did. Because NO one read.
So I was right? But there are bookshops and sales in millions and thousands ‘likes’ on posts, (other people’s) aren’t there?
The books, perhaps are bought for drawing room decoration and the likes just for stats.
That may just be the “grapes-are-sour” view of a failure. There are voracious readers and bookworms and a thriving book trade. It big names sell.
So, I thought, I would say good bye to writing. If the writing itch strikes, write something tearful, some sob stuff, as few words (shorter the better) of emotional outpouring.
But not lengthy, informative suff. Who wants to know? Who has the time for an oldie’s memories full of knowledgeable baground and facts?
And for those who want to know there is always God Google – the All Knowing. What do oldies know?
You know everything.