Mainly Because It IS All About Me
In the name of all that is painfully obvious, lots of articles, blog posts and what not have been dedicated to the the concept that time spent on social networks makes one narcissistic.
Well. Duh.
Seriously, you are on there posting photos of your amazing kids, your beautiful engagement ring, your delicious dinner, your vacation, your redecorated kitchen, your book, your song, your dog, your funny saying, your mom, your dad, your team, your junk, your...your...your....
When you spend as much time on the 'nets as I do, using them (so I claim) as a promotional tool for both my books and my beer biz, you get a little numb to your own navel gazing.
Until that moment when you run across someone else who is doing it so egregiously it's cringe worthy even to you, Queen of the Egregious Self Promotional Tactic Disguised as Eager Newsflash or Other Seeming Innocuous Post.
Yeah. I got a dose of it this week and it has set me back on my heels a bit I won't kid you.
I try to temper my own near-constant need to remind you that I have BOOKS! LOTS AND LOTS OF REALLY GREAT BOOKS! BETTER BOOKS THAT THAT DRECK YOU'VE BEEN READING! Oh...and I have amazing BEER! BEER IN STORES! BEER IN THE BEER BAR! MORE BEER COMING OUT DAILY! BETTER BEER THAN THAT VILE CRAP YOU'VE BEEN CONSUMING!
I take the advice of folks I consider experts in this arena and intersperse my reminders of books and beer with funny little bon mots of my day, my movie-watching habits and my general (at times crappy) attitude.
The facebooks and twitters of the world have set a lot folks on fire with hate as well. Having been on the receiving end of a flame campaign on twitter and a still utterly bizarre to me misunderstanding about "defriending" on facebook I can tell you that many days I long for the simplicity of the passed note ("Do you like me? Yes. No. Check one") and the to-do list that has more "do" on it that "talk about it."
I'm in Fired Up Promotional Mode right now, admitedly because I do have a new book coming out and it's a Big Deal to me as it is my first cross over from the realm of romance (where I got pigeon-holed a bit to the dismay of many romance readers who disagree with said categorization of my books). Good Faith is a long novel that ends a successful series. It is mainstream fiction, with a touch of "New Adult" however you wish to think about that Hot Topic.
It requires a lot of online yammering about ME, MY BOOKS, MY CRAFT, and MY OVERALL FABULOUSNESS. So forgive me in advance. However, I am getting to a point in the process of promotion where I am sick of the desperate smell of my own begging.
It's a necessary evil, as we all know--those of us in the Brave New World of Trying to Be The Next Hugh Howey/E.L.James breakout. But the odds are NOT, as they say, in our favor. So we keep at it.
I don't mind it most days.
But my Muse (Hans, the ever-eager) is doing his little dance of lack of attention in the corner so I'm giving my damn ego a rest, and going to hunker down with Him a few days and come up with something new to shove into the maw of Yet More Books To Read.
Why not? It's the part I like the most, once I get past the glaring-at-the-muse-leave-me-alone-no-one-is-gonna-sell-this-shit-we-create-but-me stage.
So I stand, hovering between the writing cave (which needs a good clean-out as it's littered with wine bottles and candy bar wrappers from the Good Faith marathon this last spring, yuck, Hans. Jesus, do you have no pride?) and the Promotional Threshold, a foot in each place, wishing you a Very Happy Tuesday.
Liz
Oh, by the way I'm throwing this party...you know, for myself....next month.
Well. Duh.
Seriously, you are on there posting photos of your amazing kids, your beautiful engagement ring, your delicious dinner, your vacation, your redecorated kitchen, your book, your song, your dog, your funny saying, your mom, your dad, your team, your junk, your...your...your....
When you spend as much time on the 'nets as I do, using them (so I claim) as a promotional tool for both my books and my beer biz, you get a little numb to your own navel gazing.
Until that moment when you run across someone else who is doing it so egregiously it's cringe worthy even to you, Queen of the Egregious Self Promotional Tactic Disguised as Eager Newsflash or Other Seeming Innocuous Post.
Yeah. I got a dose of it this week and it has set me back on my heels a bit I won't kid you.
I try to temper my own near-constant need to remind you that I have BOOKS! LOTS AND LOTS OF REALLY GREAT BOOKS! BETTER BOOKS THAT THAT DRECK YOU'VE BEEN READING! Oh...and I have amazing BEER! BEER IN STORES! BEER IN THE BEER BAR! MORE BEER COMING OUT DAILY! BETTER BEER THAN THAT VILE CRAP YOU'VE BEEN CONSUMING!
I take the advice of folks I consider experts in this arena and intersperse my reminders of books and beer with funny little bon mots of my day, my movie-watching habits and my general (at times crappy) attitude.
The facebooks and twitters of the world have set a lot folks on fire with hate as well. Having been on the receiving end of a flame campaign on twitter and a still utterly bizarre to me misunderstanding about "defriending" on facebook I can tell you that many days I long for the simplicity of the passed note ("Do you like me? Yes. No. Check one") and the to-do list that has more "do" on it that "talk about it."
I'm in Fired Up Promotional Mode right now, admitedly because I do have a new book coming out and it's a Big Deal to me as it is my first cross over from the realm of romance (where I got pigeon-holed a bit to the dismay of many romance readers who disagree with said categorization of my books). Good Faith is a long novel that ends a successful series. It is mainstream fiction, with a touch of "New Adult" however you wish to think about that Hot Topic.
It requires a lot of online yammering about ME, MY BOOKS, MY CRAFT, and MY OVERALL FABULOUSNESS. So forgive me in advance. However, I am getting to a point in the process of promotion where I am sick of the desperate smell of my own begging.
It's a necessary evil, as we all know--those of us in the Brave New World of Trying to Be The Next Hugh Howey/E.L.James breakout. But the odds are NOT, as they say, in our favor. So we keep at it.
I don't mind it most days.
But my Muse (Hans, the ever-eager) is doing his little dance of lack of attention in the corner so I'm giving my damn ego a rest, and going to hunker down with Him a few days and come up with something new to shove into the maw of Yet More Books To Read.
Why not? It's the part I like the most, once I get past the glaring-at-the-muse-leave-me-alone-no-one-is-gonna-sell-this-shit-we-create-but-me stage.
So I stand, hovering between the writing cave (which needs a good clean-out as it's littered with wine bottles and candy bar wrappers from the Good Faith marathon this last spring, yuck, Hans. Jesus, do you have no pride?) and the Promotional Threshold, a foot in each place, wishing you a Very Happy Tuesday.
Liz
Oh, by the way I'm throwing this party...you know, for myself....next month.
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