Last week, I had a visitation by a spammer. It must not have been a particularly skilled spammer in that he/she left comments on about 20 old articles of mine (where no one would probably read) in Chinese characters that most people would probably not be able to interpret on a blog where I can barely write and read English. It offered links to what I presume was a porn portal (I couldn't read it but the pictures were pretty clear).
From being in the business, I know that what really did me this wrong was not a real person but a piece of software that someone is convinced will drive more traffic and revenue to some part of the internet.
Annoyed and tempted to leave the comments in place, I was sitting here this morning and decided to just go back and delete them. While I was there, I glanced through what I'd written. I think this was the first time I'd ever done that (just randomly leaf through my own blog).
I was surprised.
Having done this (blogged) for over a year now, I have no illusions that what I'm creating here is great literature, great art or, great entertainment. There are many more skilled and disciplined than I that do blogging better and more consistently.
On the other hand, some of what I've written was, well, worthwhile. A few of my own articles brought me to tears as I thought back on where I was when I wrote them. Some of them were more readable than I'd remembered them - they came off pretty well.
I guess I need to thank that spammer (person or software) and invite them back sometime.