I have always been a bit of a social media recluse. The idea of sharing myself with people who could casually skim the inanities of my life and claim they knew me wasn’t appealing. I didn’t even use it to keep in touch with my friends as they scattered across the country. I figured if the friendship was worth it, it could be sustained through old-fashioned text message. I was been proud of holding out, of being the enigma everyone thought was ‘mysterious’ because they couldn’t find me on Facebook.
But I was hiding from a rather looming problem.
As a writer, especially one who wants to actually make a living with my words, I wasn’t getting any exposure. No one was stumbling over the stories I was working on. Instead, I was squirreling them away and protecting them with vague explanations and awkward subject changes when conversations dared to venture close to my work.
So here I am, world. Opening up.
Wish me luck.
wishing you the best of luck
Thank you Marguerite! That means a lot to me.
if you can set up a regular daily writing period, you may find the progress comes a bit here and there.