Yesterday, I actually just forgot to blog. I was listening to tunes.
When I got involved with starting to blog I didn’t think about it very deeply. I did know that it might help me to find customers – the target reading audience willing to actually pay to read my professional creative writing, and to connect with people in more general and personal terms.
So far, after a year or so of blogging it hasn’t led to even a single sale as far as I can tell.
That might be because it appeals to all the other people hanging around without being able to spend and feeling they should not go out but still wanting to connect with others.
In reality, if Facebook had existed in 1988 I may well have not written a first novel while hanging out at home with my boyfriend even though he did not want to interact with me, but would have just Facebooked or used social media as a compromise of my wanting to socialize with others and wanting to keep him happy by not going out.
I liked being with him a lot. In the end – or from how it is now, we only spent a total of 5 years being strongly connected in a practical and directly experiential way with one another. We both remarried since then: he still is, and I have not even had a serious boyfriend since my 3rd divorce in 2005.
Unlike the romantic situation, there are books people can buy that are related to me. Some are ones that I ghostwrote or was part of a team of ghostwriters. Others I am actually the author of.
That’s because the Internet was not mainstream back then. We still listened to The Who even though we are really young compared to them.