What is it Worth?

Happy Hump Day!

I haven’t said something that silly since about 7th grade. Not gonna lie, though. It makes me laugh. A tiny, tiny bit.

Given it’s Wednesday, it’s my regularly scheduled day off work. It might be an unscheduled day tomorrow, too. But, let’s focus on today. I made a list of stuff to accomplish today. It included things like “laundry,” and “return crap to Target.” Normal stuff. It included a few outside the ordinary things like “finish thank you notes,” and “buy socks.” Nowhere on the list did it say “work on WIP.”

It struck me this morning when I was reviewing that I hadn’t put that on the list. Did that mean I wasn’t planning on working on it? Did it mean I would only work on it if I finished everything else on the list like a reward? Did it mean I intend to work on it and don’t need to write it down because, of course, I will?

The mind works in mysterious ways. Also, I doubt I’ll ever know. Or care.

Yesterday I was discussing Twitter making me dizzy. Since it’s day time and my mind is a little clearer, I flipped through my feed again. It didn’t make meĀ as dizzy as yesterday. Though it was still quite cluttered.

What struck me, though, was how many people were discussing their newly published works, whether that was through a traditional publisher or independently. Lots and lots and lots and lots of books. I’ll probably read a few when I get a chance. Hard to pass up a 99 cent book these days (even though I’m hating Amazon right now).

It takes a lot of work to write a book. This I know. But, it also seems, it takes even more work to get your book noticed. You’d think this would be made easier with the invention of this Internet thing, but it seems to me (and I’m no marketing/PR guru so what do I know?) it’s that much harder to be heard and noticed. Now, I’m not wondering so much what does it take to get noticed, but I’m wondering if it’s all worth it.

I mean, in some respects, it will always be worth it because I’ll never stop writing. I can’t. I don’t know how. But, it’s not paying the bills right now (which is fine. That’s what the day job is for), and I can’t do it for free forever. So, I’m wondering if I will ever call it quits and say it’s not worth it. It’s harder and harder to get noticed these days and I can think of plenty of indie writers who were turned down by the big publishers, only to find success (however that is defined) self-publishing, but that looks like a bunch of work, too, and by my very nature, I tend toward lazy.

Like this rambling blog post. What a great way to procrastinate not just the list, but the WIP. At least I’m writing.

Fumbling Through

Twitter makes me dizzy.

I followed a few more people yesterday and my God! Do they post. Some of them, about once a minute. I’m not kidding. Every. Single. Minute. The whole thing has started to remind me of Craigslist. Like when you’re selling something and you have to repost it every hour or so, so your item doesn’t get pushed to the bottom. At least Craigslist has a system to stop you from doing that. Sort of, anyway. Not on Twitter. All though, to give the writer folks I started following credit, they do mix it up quite a bit.

It makes me wonder what the whole point of self-promotion is. I mean, I get the “point”: to promote me, my work, blah, blah, blah. What I don’t get is how to figure out what the best strategy is when you aren’t famous yet. When you aren’t even known. When you’re just another voice in the crowd. I’ll say this much, I’m not sure retweeting every single thing you see and posting about how awesome your new book is every two seconds is the way to go. Of course, if I had a book out right now, I’d be pretty excited, too and probably want to tweet a lot as well.

I’ve been reading up on it. Using hashtags to get noticed, proper etiquette (there’s such a thing), how to retweet properly, when to retweet, so on and so forth. It’s pretty straight forward and yet, utterly damn confusing. Such is the nature of the Internet and these newfangled communication channels.

And, as far as I can tell, it hasn’t pulled any traffic toward this utterly anonymous blog. Of course there are people who would say blogging is dead. They might be right, but I’ve always considered myself sort of a “long form” writer. I don’t really see limiting myself to just 140 characters, as fun of a challenge as it has been. It’s the same reason I don’t really do short stories. I have too much to say. Also, I find them to be very challenging. So much to say with so little space. They always feel unfinished to me. That may have something to do more so with my skills as a writer (or lack thereof) than anything else.

But, Twitter is the place to be, so I hear. So, I guess I’ll be sticking around for awhile. Until the next big thing.