I was thinking of the immortal words of Socrates...
Who said, "I drank what?"
Or, completely obvious self-realization; I am not suited for interaction with other humans. No really. I knew this and yet did not know how much I knew it until faced with this idea that an author is supposed to blog or tweet or facebook or whatever to publicize shit or to make friends or whyever the hell we are supposed to do those things. But really I fail at these things. It's not matter of practice, it's a matter of a mindset that to this day cannot do simple things like understand small talk. Humans are social animals and in theory it all sounds lovely, but I can never seem to figure out what I'm supposed to say and things always take a turn for the awkward (or worse, so much worse).
Which is to say that I can't do that any more than I can pretend to feel good all the time or tell everyone what I'm feeling all of the time. Some people have no trouble merging their public face and private life, but I think my default setting is so private that there's a wall and a moat and maybe some thorny vines and a dragon or something in the highest room in the tallest tower. So since I originally joined Twitter to follow celebrities and I don't even follow them anymore, I'm going to delete that. Tumblr requires no talking so it'll stay, though it's not full of anything bloggy, mostly it's just reblogged fannish (nerdy) pictures. And Facebook? Well I might keep it up for a while longer since I have other authors on there, but I don't know that I'll be doing more than minimal updates on it. To be honest, I usually even forgot to do those. (See? Terrible at this stuff. There's a reason my third grade teacher predicted that I'd never get anywhere in life if I didn't have a secretary.)
In other news, I formatted some stories for my experiment in self-publishing only to forget that I'd need cover art. The one thing I cannot do. So it might be a while for the experiment to become public but I'm working on it. :)
Or, completely obvious self-realization; I am not suited for interaction with other humans. No really. I knew this and yet did not know how much I knew it until faced with this idea that an author is supposed to blog or tweet or facebook or whatever to publicize shit or to make friends or whyever the hell we are supposed to do those things. But really I fail at these things. It's not matter of practice, it's a matter of a mindset that to this day cannot do simple things like understand small talk. Humans are social animals and in theory it all sounds lovely, but I can never seem to figure out what I'm supposed to say and things always take a turn for the awkward (or worse, so much worse).
Which is to say that I can't do that any more than I can pretend to feel good all the time or tell everyone what I'm feeling all of the time. Some people have no trouble merging their public face and private life, but I think my default setting is so private that there's a wall and a moat and maybe some thorny vines and a dragon or something in the highest room in the tallest tower. So since I originally joined Twitter to follow celebrities and I don't even follow them anymore, I'm going to delete that. Tumblr requires no talking so it'll stay, though it's not full of anything bloggy, mostly it's just reblogged fannish (nerdy) pictures. And Facebook? Well I might keep it up for a while longer since I have other authors on there, but I don't know that I'll be doing more than minimal updates on it. To be honest, I usually even forgot to do those. (See? Terrible at this stuff. There's a reason my third grade teacher predicted that I'd never get anywhere in life if I didn't have a secretary.)
In other news, I formatted some stories for my experiment in self-publishing only to forget that I'd need cover art. The one thing I cannot do. So it might be a while for the experiment to become public but I'm working on it. :)
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