One of the conditions of my publishing contract is to have an author website as well as engagement in other social media. To be sure, I fretted and sweated over this one. I’m by nature a private person. You won’t find me on Dr. Phil discussing how I enjoy sniffing boots or prancing in petticoats or soiling myself in abandonment.
Time to buck up. It was either assume a pen name and write anonymously, thus making it even more challenging for readers to locate me, or start a blog as myself. Deciding on the latter, it’s no surprise I play peek-a-boo behind humor.
Nonetheless, it’s been easier than I imagined. Except for a few moments of panic wondering whether I’ve revealed too much and some recent second thoughts prompting removal of a goofy self-photo, I’ve been fairly comfortable with my journey. But best of all? I had no idea how much I would enjoy online interaction, especially the verbal tag with so many wise and witty people. No small talk necessary. Just straight to the good stuff.
Some have questioned how an introvert can adapt to the “social” in social media. To me, that is most easily answered by the following passage from Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking by Susan Cain, a book to which I can only ask, “Where have you been all of my life?” The following is taken from page 63:
“[Introverts] welcome the chance to communicate digitally. The same person who would never raise his hand in a lecture hall of two hundred people might blog to two thousand, or two million, without thinking twice. The same person who finds it difficult to introduce himself to strangers might establish a presence online and then extend these relationships into the real world.”
Although I certainly do not have two million let alone two thousand readers (thanks for rubbing that in my face, Susie-Q), I do have some pretty great people who, like a fiber-fed colon, drop by regularly. The fact that you—yeah, I’m talking to you—actually read my posts and sometimes click the “like” button or take the time to comment, means more than this emotion-challenged cynic can express.
Since I can’t tell you personally, which would require face-to-face interaction, not to mention eye contact, I extend my gratitude by composing a blogroll page (look up; yep, there it is). Although there are many blogs I enjoy, I tried to include those whose creators frequent my own site or take the time to engage me on theirs. It is inevitable I forgot someone, so know that if you don’t see your site, it’s because, to quote my son, I’m a “jiggly old hag of Ohio.” To which I take offense. After all, I work out. (As for the old and the hag, eh, I can live with those.) I will, however, periodically update my page and add to it when I discover any dimwitted omissions.
Listed is a wide variety of blogs, some for their writing tips, some for their wit, some for sharing new worlds with me, and others that, well, I just can’t look away from even though I know I should (oh, you know who you are).
So please take some time to check out my list. Some great talent lies there—far more than you’ll find from the hag of Ohio…