I can do it. I wanted to do it. It was fun to do it, so when did it become not fun.
What am I ranting about? Writing.
I think this is why it’s no longer enjoyable. What do you think? Some where along the line this became work. No, not the writing. The marketing. Of course the people call it progression. Anybody can write a book. But, now the anybody has to promote the works. What’s so hard about telling, asking, and emailing everyone the message 'Buy My Book'. If you believe something bad enough you can easily lower yourself to beg. Hey, it’s a plan*.
Then you discover there are rules. Social Sales Requests must be disguised when using Social Media as a corridor to get the word out. So you blog, you Twitter, you Facebook, and you list yourself. You put your book on every single list you stumble upon or you see some list a follow writer may be on. However, the experts tell me never ever directly say or ask- Buy My Book.
By the time you finish being little miss sunshine everywhere the day is gone. Some days you don’t even get to open the word processor to look at what you wrote the last time you were able to write. When you no longer have the time to devote to the things that you enjoyed for hours at a time, after a while you stop.
Today’s life is so full of distractions. Don’t believe it? Ask a Soccer Mom. How many activities did she belonged to as a child and how many activities does her children take part in today? And it makes me wonder if this is just one big distraction. It seems like every body wants a piece of you. The Twitter, Facebook, Google+, and such.
The groups and the blogs go on forever. Some blogs have thousands of hits (visits) a week. People are yelling sell, sell this, sell that. Buy, buy, buy. Make money or just waste your time trying. Trying to get enough money to pay the rent. You did not buy into the money making $5000 in a week dream, but a few dollars would have been nice. And there you are, you just wanted to write a story. A story, maybe somebody would enjoy reading.
But, you can’t say–Buy My Book. And you can not write another one, because you're too busy trying to figure out how not to say–buy my book.
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I do believe you were warned about my plan. * So, who reads footnotes any way. That's an idea for another day.