I’ve often said how much I enjoy comments, I love getting them, I love leaving them. But today I’m looking at them differently. I have a friend who writes totally in the vanilla world – such a pity, because she’s a really good writer. She has a vanilla blog, mostly to promote her writing, but sometime just post about her day or other things. She and some of her writing friends are ‘blog hopping’ this week and she sent me an email today saying “Geeze, I can't get comments with a blowtorch!”
She has cruised around over here occasionally and is dumbfounded at the amount of comments we sometimes get. I tried to explain the difference to her.
Here was the rest of our email exchange:
PK: Awww... that's cause you all don't talk about stuff as interesting as we do, LOL! It's different in our world; we're all friends here. Come on over to the dark side and you'll get plenty of comments.
Friend: Oh joy. But Lila's writing DBSM (notice she got this wrong, she meant BDSM) and she's not getting any comments either
PK: We’re different. Ours is a group of friends that know each other. We don't just 'write' about this stuff we live it and talk to one another about it often. Our comments are like standing over the back yard fence talking with your neighbors. It's our lifestyle, to us its not 'fiction'. We write fiction about it, but our comment base is very different.
Friend: And mine are all strangers I'm trying to talk into buying my book - LOL!
But it did make me think about our comments. We do care about each other. We question, comfort, scold, console, vent to and most importantly, support one another. I don’t think we realize what a wonderful place we’re actually created for ourselves.
I appreciate every single comment I’ve ever gotten. Thank you all for creating this community and for all ways being so kind and accepting.