Sometimes, posting on social media feels like screaming into the vacuum. Being patient and growing an audience slowly can be incredibly frustrating.
I’ll post a funny thing and then wait…
But nobody comments or likes or retweets it. And I’m like, “You guys, I’m super serial, that was so funny.”
Beyond that, I follow a lot of book bloggers now. These kids (and not-kids) devour hundreds of books. They have a pretty kickass community where they support and love each other and books and authors. And they fangirl over their favorite authors, such as Leigh Bardugo, Jodi Meadows, and Sarah Raasch. And they’ve made ME a fangirl of these incredible authors.
Most days, this doesn’t bug me at all. Most days I know that I am writing for me and it doesn’t matter if people like it or not. My worth is not based on my Twitter followers or number of retweets or Kindle rank. I’m actually doing really well for my second year of writing books.
But some days, like when my depression is a little more active than usual and the Anghenfil is a little meaner, the lack of love for my books gets me down. Especially when the online downloads begin to dip, I begin to panic that my dream is slipping away.Life is miserable and I’ll never sell another book again.
Did I mention I’m a catastrophizer?
Just as Lauren is trapped by the Anghenfil in Empath, I become trapped in my own mind. That’s when I step away from the interwebs–and, more importantly, my computer–for a few hours. Go to the beach, take the dogs for walk, sit on my porch and read.
I get so wrapped up in the World of Twitter that I forget there’s another big ol’ one outside of it. Today is not the only day that will ever be, and there’s so many things on their way. If I have a few days or weeks where everything slows down, it’s not the end of the world. Just because people don’t love Razia or Lauren, doesn’t mean they won’t fall for any of the other books I have coming. I have a great plan and I just need to keep executing that plan and be patient. Things will happen when they are supposed to, and not a minute sooner. Worrying about it will only serve to drain my creative energy, which is my most precious commodity.