Every book I read on the craft of writing — well, at least books written recently, I do peruse some old ones — says that there’s no way around it. Writers who want to be authors, must be online and not only online, but engaged. Some say you must be MORE than engaged, but actually, full on, hustling.
So… I’m online. Check. I even like writing here even though nobody reads it. But how do you go from hanging out your virtual shingle to engaged? At first I was like, “Okay, so I’ll write back when someone writes to me. I’ll respond if anyone comments.”
And then I patted myself on the back for being so amazing at this writer / author / business thing.
But no. There is more required of you.
Oh yes. Much more.
Please be sure to say “Social Media” aloud like an announcer for an old horror movie: Sociaallll MEDIAHHHHHHH; it’s really important to this post that you audibly capture my fear and terror.
And because I’m a closet writer, I have to start from SCRATCH with this whole social-ness of the media-ness.
(Not that I have a huge network of personal friends to
force bribe beg to follow me should I to go public with this little habit of mine, anyway. #hermit #agoraphobic #introverted ← look ma, I learned how to hashtag.)
What I’m saying is, it’s super intimidating.
I successfully set up my very own Twitter account. This felt momentous, so I paused and celebrated with a chocolate bar. Next, I ‘followed’ all the authors whose books I enjoy, then added people whose websites I’ve found helpful. A few follows came in, so I followed people back if it looked like they were fellow wanna-be writers or authors and not spammers.
Then I clicked around a bit more… and became instantly overwhelmed.
I don’t know how these people are doing it. They are, as one book on writing said I ought, HUSTLING. They have daily graphics and images, they are networking, and retweeting, they have fajillions of followers, and some seem to post every few minutes.
So I closed my browser and am contemplating ice cream. And then I’m going to fire up my Self Control app (it is the beeeessst) so I don’t wander back over there to see if anyone has replied.
(Oooh, someone just did! Guys, I just conversated on Twitter. I think this means I have arrived.)