I have some dirt to
dish. Some secret details about me that may just shock you. Brace yourself.
Ready? Need a fortifying sip of tequila?
Okay. Here goes.
Despite the fact that the very first question on my nearly three year old interview series, Crawl in Bed, is about the sheets…I don't actually care about the thread count of the cotton I sleep on. I don't use silk or satin sheets either, because my SO says they're too hot and make him sweat. I indulge him, because it doesn’t matter.
What does matter to me is towels.
Thick, absorbent, soft, huge, fluffy towels.
Towels are important. Sheets are not. (Just ask Ford Prefect)
When I first joined the
literary online world, I thought I'd share some of who I was, connect with
readers and other writers personally as well as professionally. Then, all kinds
of epic shit storms started hitting the interwebs. I was aghast.
I couldn't believe my
innocence, my naiveté. I found myself being stalked, more than once. Mea culpa.
I deleted all personal data and information about myself from my profiles
everywhere. My SO took one look at some of the crap I was dealing with and had
a meltdown.
He didn't want any part
of a fishbowl existence, even just as an ambiguous accessory, my E. So, we
hammered out some guidelines, some rules, to protect our privacy as a family
and our position in the community.
As an author, that's
for you to decide. YOU get to figure out how much of your personal data you put
out there. Some readers and bloggers will try to make you believe you owe them
a photo of the inside of your underwear drawer because they bought your book. Ignore
them.
They'll scream long and
loud, but the fact of the matter is that they are a minute portion of your
audience. Most of the world doesn’t really care what size shoes you wear or
whether you prefer boxers over briefs. If you want to show off your neatly
rolled socks and starched cotton boxers, go for it. If you don't, your choice.
Most of the people you
meet online, or at conferences and signings, don't care about that. They just
want you to write another book because that's what attracted them to you in the
first place.
Just one caution, and
this comes from my heart. People love reading good news, your new releases, your
good reviews, your latest contracts signed…They LOVE to see that.
But there are things
they aren't going to love.
If you're having a bad
day, week, month or whatever, people are going to be sympathetic. Of course
they are! But if all you're sharing is the misery…the agony…the failure of
being a writer, don't be surprised if there's no jump in sales.
I have an online acquaintance who
updates her newsfeed periodically with "no books sold this month" and
all sorts of sighs and whimpers and poor me's. At first I tried to be
encouraging, to say the sales will come, that she just had to be patient. Then
when the woe is me story continued, I tuned her out. And most likely, so did
her other prospective readers.
So there's my caution,
the lesson I learned. Share as much or as little as you're comfortable with,
but remember that there is truth in these two old adages:
Familiarity
breeds contempt
You
catch more flies with honey than with vinegar
So you broke out the good stuff when we crawled in bed with you aye? /wegs/ Loved the blog.
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