I write in English.
I think in English.
I dream in English.
I even speak in English most of the time, though you may have to listen closely to understand me with a southern accent.
So why are so many of my blog fans from Europe?
Yeah. My thoughts exactly.
Do the rantings, fumblings, faux pas, and life of a crazy white woman from the Southern part of the United States of America really translate into something that makes sense in the Ukraine? Or Sweden? Or China?
Can Europeans truly relate to the Bubbas I write about? Or the insane life I live? Do they know about red beans and rice, Mardi Gras, stilettos, ill fitting bras, and too many margaritas?
How are these people finding me and why do they keep coming back?
Don
Hey, Wanda, insane is pretty much a universal language, I’m finding. Most of my fans come from overseas, as well. Go figure.
Well done, as usual.
Carson
7-3 =fo
As long as they are not from Nigeria National Bank.
7-3 =fo
As long as they are not from Nigeria National Bank.
That spot in the middle of Kansas is probably me. My satellite signal always shows me right about there in the middle of the nation. so, whenever you see that mark, just translate it to Alaska, about 80 miles north of Anchorage, About as far from any dot on the map.
I’m so glad to know I’m popping up on the map like the outie version of the country’s belly button. I often wonder if those analytics are right. Because if they are, what in the heck am I doing continuing to write. Hello…*echo, echo, echo.
Here’s to 2015 being your big year in the foreign industry!!