I Have Proof · 13 October 2018
Grandmaster Vlastimil Hort
giving a simultaneous exhibition
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I have proof that people actually read my blog. Okay. I have proof that at least one person reads my blog. And that proof is too funny not to share.
My friend Mike reads my blog every week. And I know he does because he gives me little digs here and there to make fun of me. I even occasionally write about him and my other friend Marc, who also reads my blog. They love to make fun of me. It is their love language. At least toward me.
At any rate, Mike decided to take the plunge after reading my blog one week. He joined an online chess tournament. And as of this writing, he has ten simultaneous games going. Ten. He says he can barely handle one. But ten!? What in the world is going on?
I had to laugh when he told me that. I laughed out loud even though he told me over the chat in our chess game. And I laugh every time he gives me an update about how things are going. Which is not well. He always says, “I can barely handle one chess game… Let alone, ten!” He always gives me something to laugh about.
It is nice to know that I have such influence on my readers. Or at least half of my readers. The other one just likes to use my writing as ammunition for ridiculing me. Which is great because they both give me things to write about from time to time. I would daresay that next to God and family, I write about Mike and Marc more than any other subject (beside, of course, my own ramblings, rather musings). M&M (Mike is the green one) are my favorite foils. They are my friends and surely my most consistent and longstanding readers. I thank them for reading all my drivel for all these years. And I thank them for keeping me humble with their offhanded comments and forthright critiques of my silly little blog.
Actually, I am sure I have more than two readers. There are at least a few more. (Not including the imaginary ones.) And I thank them for reading too. The strange thing about writing though is that it does not really matter whether people read my blog or my books or anything else I write. Yes, I would surely love it if everybody read my blog. Yes, I would love to sell a couple more books. Yes, I would like people to comment on my writing. But in the end, I just write because it is what I am supposed to do. I am a writer. Period.
Which means that the answer to the question of whether a writer is a writer even if he has no readers is yes. At least in his own mind. Still, I am glad that I have some proof people read my writing. Especially, when that proof is so funny.
© 2018 Michael T. Miyoshi
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