I must be important. I must be influential in my community and respected by all who know me, because I have my own domain.
During the 2012 Bloody Words conference it was impressed upon all wannabe writers that we should sell ourselves. Join FB (done. Twice. One personal and another for my writing colleagues), Google plus (done), Twitter (done…now I have to buy a fancy phone, I would think), Pinterest (done, though I never heard of it) and Linkedin (done).
Hardest part was coming up with something witty for my profiles. Words failed me. I’ve never been so discouraged with my writing as I have lately in my efforts to become popular. And who is going to edit this site? What if, after too many peppermint schnapps shooters, I decide to blog something horribly distasteful and politically incorrect?
I’d have to blog an apology. That could take me weeks to find the words. When am I supposed to find time to finish my WIP?
Good chance this piece of nonsense will stay private forever.