My WordPress app has been ‘playing up’ of late. That’s the technical term I believe. As a result, I didn’t receive any notifications for almost a week. So if you’re reading this wondering why I haven’t replied to you then, I’m very sorry, but that’s the reason. I spent yesterday evening getting caught up on them so hopefully normal service has been resumed. Or as normal as this blog will ever be given its author. But it got me thinking…
Initially I thought it was just a quiet day. Then I began to worry. Had my last, seemingly inoffensive post, annoyed the WordPress community? Had an e-mail went out advising my fellow bloggers to turn their collective backs on the Northern Irish fool who had finally gone too far and overstepped his mark? I was being shunned, sent to Coventry, taught a lesson I wouldn’t forget in a hurry. It wasn’t a pleasant experience as the hours dragged into days.
Thankfully, after deleting and downloading the app from my phone, the notifications reappeared. Hallelujah! I wasn’t a social media pariah after all. My needy nature was satiated and I clambered down from 40,000 feet. Anxiety levels lowered and my resignation memo was hastily shoved in the bottom drawer. It did remind me, however, how futile writing is without the interaction with those kind enough to read my ramblings and take the time to reply.
Feedback is like oxygen to writers which is why I always take time to reply to every comment I receive. There’s nothing as disheartening as receiving 30 likes in 30 seconds from some random blogger who obviously hasn’t read a word of your work. I value those who reach out to me after reading one of my blogs, books or tweets. We are a community and that requires communication, a two way street in these strange, lonely times. Let us never forget that.