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platform

ne of the elements I will never forget about every writing book I’ve ever read or half read (as the case often was) over the last decade was that you needed a platform if you ever hoped to get an agent, and while I’m still largely debating whether or not I want to go that route again with the next book after Secrets of Witches is complete I wonder does the smattering of followers I’ve managed to accumulate over the years from Twitter, to Facebook, to this blog count as a platform? Granted it’s not a large platform, it’s not Grand Central Station… but it’s larger than any platform I’ve ever had and I definitely appreciate every single follower I have. The fact that you put up with my bitchy rants and attempts at humor (which I hope I make at least one of you besides myself laugh at), makes me all kinds of happy. And when I get a new comment (especially when it’s from someone who’s followed me for a while) I always smile. Because after all this time, after all the failed blogs and all my various attempts at creating a brand for myself I can finally say the words I’ve been longing to say… “You like me… you really like me!”