blogging from the D list

S'truth.

Here I am.
400 odd (400 odd) readers -
5 percent of whom ever choose to comment...
a decent number of folks on my link list,
a respectable number of people linking to me
the occasional mention by a biggie (fluid pudding)(amalah)
and yet...

If I were to attend BlogHer, which I read about each year with great envy and fear and hope,
I doubt a single soul would have heard of me.
This year, someone I read, who is apparently more, uhh, visible? than I realized, mentioned me during one of the seminars - out loud, I am led to believe. And this utterance was so memorable that not a single new reader came my way. I know because, when she told me about it that evening, I even more obsessively checked my stats.

And it's not that I mind.
Most of the time.
I truly feel an incredible connection to about - um, 45 people.
I feel supported and understood and appreciated.
It is enormously gratifying.
I am a little confused about the other 350 who say not a word each day/week/month.
But whatever.
There was a year or so wherein I read blogs but did not blog and did not comment on blogs.
So there you are.

But, here on the d-list, I am often startled as newcomers are suddenly going from mentioning toilet training to rubbing elbows with the biggies, and the subsequent mention of the training to toilet by these 'biggies.'
How does one end up with 4500 hits per day?
Am I naive?
Do I want some of the bizarro email that apparently follows a much wider readership?
And would I need better shoes?

Am I forever destined to be a small part player?
I do it pretty well - so, if this is the pinnacle, perhaps I'll spread out my blanket and have a little lunch.

BlogHer is set for Chicago next summer.
All things being equal, readership schmeadership, I intend to attend.
It certainly would be nice to meet at least four or five of you.