None but you
"Ghosts don't dance" has an interesting background.
It comes from a time when I was on the German site Bookrix; I was in a heated discussion with a person who thought she ran the largest and most influential group of writers on the site. The problem is the group may have had the most significant number, but it had the lowest activity rate as many people had left because of politics and bitchiness within the group, but not deleted their names.
Several of my fellow writers decided to write a short story to tell her how we felt about the group, as my forte is the supernatural I chose a ghost story for my setting.
The "Ghosts" in the title are the shadows of the people who had left her group, and the lady who sees the ghosts is seeing what she wants to see - a large group of followers - not what is there, nobody.
The title of this post comes from a line from one of my favorite songs by Jimmy Swaggart; the line says "If I falter, I wonder who will care, none but you, Lord."
That is how I feel about my writing, Okay, the blog has on average 100 readers a day, but when you consider all the links on Google, Twitter, and Facebook, the number is pitifully low, and who would care if I stopped blogging?
I could have kept writing beyond October would have been to have had some e-book sales, but I can't make you buy my books.