There’s no denying it — since beginning this blog in April of this year my readership has steadily declined.

As a graph it is beautiful, simplistic, and hilarious. I’m not even convinced I should care at this point (but, of course, I do).

Really? Isn’t this supposed to be going the other way?

I just had a conversation about this yesterday with my wonderful painter-friend, Adam, and this hot bar graph further illustrates my concerns: that I have become too concerned with “where” my writing or music is going, and not concerned enough about the “why the fuck should anyone care” what I am writing about.

Or to take it a step further, I should be more concerned with production than advertising. In other words, my sweatshop is not churning out enough product to make a profit. I need to be more prolific, I need to care less about who reads this and more about what it is anyone might be reading once they get here. Of course, that is not going to stop me from looking at this graph and wondering…are my posts getting staler?

Did I start with a bang and then slowly dissolve, like Metamucil in a cup of lukewarm water?

Sadder, still, is the fact that I even looked at my site’s analytics after only making 12 posts. Which just brings my concern back to myself — why do I care? Who am I hoping to reach and why?

This post might even just be an excuse to create POST 13, and thereby increase my production with an artificial meta post. In fact, it is. I apparently have nothing better to write about this morning.

And if this post gets less than 16 pageviews I will confirm my own suspicions: that I have less than 15 more blog posts before readership hits ground zero and I can go back to doing what I was always meant to do: trout fishing.