Inklings left a comment recently on one of my posts, in which she pointed out that most of our family has either written a book, is in the process, or at least want to write one. I finished 12 or 13 chapters of mine before I realized that I couldn't even get my own daughters to read my book, not even the one who reads things besides the Twilight series.
Since that realization, I have not touched that book in any creative way. It is true that it was also about that time that I got the internet, and started logging into both Facebook and Blogger, but I was still considerably discouraged. How could I hope to sell a book to a publisher that my own children, who fit into the target audience, avoid reading?
Then I realized that even though the numbers are going higher on my blog Site Meter, most of those numbers are most likely my own peeks at whether or not I have received any comments. If this were happening in person, I would take a sniff to see if my B.O. is too strong, or pop a mint into my mouth.