I started my twitter account as a way to reach out to people, to get my words out there in some capacity. After all, without social media, I’ve been told there isn’t much point. I’m not very good at it. I find it hard to promote myself. No, that’s a lie, I find it damn near impossible. But I keep trying because stopping is never an option. But I recently watched as a well-known celebrity, that I follow because of their messages, left Twitter. That has me suddenly wondering if the pendulum of social media is swinging the other way. Should I perhaps be looking for more face-to-face opportunities, trying to convince people to buy my book at conventions, book stores and craft markets? (No, really, I am asking you.)
But maybe that’s all tied in with why do people write, why do painters paint etc. Why do humans create? I think we’re all creative in some way. Some people show it in the way they dress or do their makeup. Some of us just happen to be a little quieter in how we’re putting ourselves out there. My friend was given a beautiful cross stitched panel that reads something along the lines of: Writing is easy. You just sit down at the typewriter and bleed. It really is like that. Your pour your heart out on a page, digital or otherwise. If you don’t, it’s not sincere and believe me, readers know. So, once you’ve put your heart on a piece of paper and copied it many times, how do you “market” that? How do you take the rejection of something that is integrally you? (No, I don’t know how to do that. No answers here.)
I think it’s a lot like online dating. If you’re married/coupled up/not interested, you might not get this. The whole “modern dating” thing is so very confusing. You put yourself out there and then people just don’t acknowledge you. I found this really hard on Plenty of Fish. I would message people and not get a response. I got used to it but realized anew how much I disliked it every time I tried to explain to someone that the constant rejection was “normal.” It was putting your heart out there in small ways and getting stepped on over and over. And I wonder why I have trouble believing in love ever happening for me?
So yes, writing, love, life. I think it’s all about the fear of reaching out and handing people parts of your heart. The waiting to see if they like it or not.