I’ve been thrown in the deep end. Of a deep ocean. In a tidal wave. And all I want to do is write my stories. [Well, and get people to read ‘em… ] Write a bio, they say. What do you want to know? I write, that’s what I do. [Well, ok, there’s more too, I’ll get to that later.]
I was perfectly content, perching on a certain social media all day [and by all day, I mean that the tab was open in my browser, NOT that I was actually ON there all day.] If I’m online, it’s open, and I’m online a LOT. As an Interior Designer I was using two interactive programs. And as a writer, I Google stuff ALL THE TIME. No, seriously, I do. Of course I have email, and I text [although not a huge fan.]
Since the release of Tessa, I have sought to broaden my writer’s presence. I have joined writer’s pages and groups, I have subscribed to other author’s pages. I started a blog and revived another one, and this robin bird finally decided to tweet. It’s all about shouting to the world, “HEY! Look at me!” So, HEY, lookie here, look at me! And I’m overwhelmed.
Let me explain a little something about me. I’m a wee tad bit OCD. I know myself, if I started following blogs, I’d have to read each and every post, so I’ve avoided it. Same with Twitter. [truth be told, I was that way with Facebook until recently] There’s just not enough hours in the day, or a lifetime to keep up with it all. OVERLOAD!!! Warning, Will Robinson, danger.
And yet, here I am, blogging. Yippee. It’s not that I don’t enjoy it, ‘cause I do. I know at first I wasn’t sure what to say, but that’s not true. I’m a writer, there’s never nothing to say. Ever. EVER.
So, now you know. I’m learning to swim. And I think my feet are touching some sand in the murky waters, and I’m starting to wade through this media panoply. Can’t make promises, not yet, gotta get the rhythm of it yet, but my goal is to post a new blog at least once a week, to introduce myself. That and write my stories.