Since MM.com launched a couple years ago, I’m constantly amazed at the e-mail correspondence I receive.  Some of it is helpful, such as the one anal-retentive “fan” who makes sure to point out every grammatical, spelling or punctuation error on my site.  (Yes, sometimes I type too fast … or fail to spell check.  Sue me.)  Some of the correspondence is a blast from the past and nostalgic.  “OMG!  I FINALLY FOUND YOU AFTER ALL THESE YEARS!”, read an e-mail from several months ago.  I had no idea who this person was … and still don’t.  But they received the obligatory, “OMG!  SO AWESOME!” e-mail in response.

A recent check of my stat counter revealed hits from Tanzania, Australia, Spain … and, uh, Poughkeepsie.  I don’t know anyone in these areas … but thanks for checking out my site … even though you didn’t send me any feedback.

Speaking of feedback, I get a lot of commentary from my good friend Judith.  She wins the prize for most e-mails to me about this blog or that blog.  Dare I call her a groupie?  She’s wise beyond her years, so she’s allowed to say anything pro (or con) she wants.

When I started this website, I simply wanted it to be an outlet for my musings.  Whether or not people read it was secondary.  Then a strange thing happened.  People started reading it … and started giving me insight on my blogs.  (My dad chimes in from time to time … but, usually, he’s just giving me an update on life and not about the topic at hand.  Still appreciated, though.)

I just scored my most read blog last week. Maybe you read it? (Uh, everyone ELSE did.)  It was entitled “Top 5 Tips For Dating A Television Personality”.  It went viral and got thousands upon thousands of hits over a two-day span.  Traffic to my site spiked like it’s never spiked before.  And, yet, not one comment.  Not one “Ha!” or “That was a good’urn!” or even “Increase your website SEO capabilities by clicking here.”  The biggest blog of my writing career … and all I heard was crickets.  Oh well.  I guess that’s better than hate mail.

Which reminds me … I’m overdue for a crazy letter from a crazy reader.  My favorite last year was the guy who said my writing made “his teeth hurt”.  Apparently I dangled one too many participles or something.  Happens.

So just know that I read each letter that comes to my inbox (save for the superfluous spam) and respond accordingly.  I adore my adoring public.  And if I respond, “OMG! AWESOME!”, now you know that’s code for “I don’t know who the hell you are.”