A couple of previous posts in this blog were kindly offered some drinks, fell asleep and woke up far out to see as members of Her Majesty's Navy.
In other words, I made it into this month's Australian Speculative Fiction Carnival!
It no doubt has some good points. I've said something that someone thinks someone else might want to see. Or laugh at. It might lead someone to think "hey, that's the guy that wrote Save Galaxy Fast/Elf Esteem/Moving Dad/etc etc", and they'll remember it in 2023 when my first novel comes out. Maybe making the Carnival is on an obscure list of things to do before you die, I don't know.
What I do know is that I've been writing comments on here thinking that about four people read them, two of those being personalities of my own. I feel like a ton of guests have burst into my house and I have underwear lying all over the floor.
So, you're all welcome to stay, just sit down on the (brush brush) lounge, mind the mess and I'll... uh.. clean up.
1 comment:
Going off the regular comments here you're about right that only 4 people read it. It's the same with my blog - but then again I'm 100% sure some guy named googlebot visits my site all the time without leaving a comment, he's shy, I suppose. :)
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