I Suck at Social Media

I know I’m supposed to update this blog more often. You know, spread my presence all over the interwebs, force awareness of my work among the populace. It’s what I ‘have to do’ to sell my books, and if I don’t, I guess writing must not be that important to me. I deserve to fail. Right?

Here’s the thing. I suck at making my presence known. I am the introvertiest introvert you will ever meet. I’m not shy. I’m not even necessarily unfriendly. I just have limited energy, so I have to ration it out.

I work full time. I am in a committed relationship. I have two kids, four dogs and one cat. Worst of all, I don’t have a live in maid. The little bit of writing time I carve out of every day, and it isn’t something I manage to do every day, is devoted toward the new book. Besides, to think anyone cares about my opinion or advice on writing or any subject feels like the height of arrogance.

How about a nice, inspirational meme instead?

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Forgive Me for Being Forty

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I come across this writing prompt a lot on Pinterest, but literally the only nursery rhyme that comes to mind when I see it is, “When I was coming up the stairs, I met a man that wasn’t there. He wasn’t there again today. I wish, I wish he’d go away.” It’s so awesome, but already taken by the movie Identity. So, boo.

I think I’ll just cross-post this to the About Me page. Cool? Cool.

I’m not a big fan of talking about myself. Like, at all, but here goes.

These are the broad strokes. I am a proud Texan. I’ve been married for twenty years to a wonderful, incredibly supportive man. We have two awesome children together, and waaaaay too many animals. I work full time at my local junior high. If you count housework, helping my husband with his business, and writing—which I do—then I have four jobs. I’m 99% sure this why I’m not more prolific. My other interests include crochet, jewelry-making, wire sculpting, and pretty much anything else I see on Pinterest that tickles my fancy.

You’re not here to read about my chaotic, never-stop, but very fulfilling life. You’re here because A) you read and liked something I’ve written, or—and this is the more likely scenario—B) you know me personally. In any case, hi! How’ve you been? Thanks for stopping by. Remember, don’t call me if you can text.

I have no formal training as a writer, which I’m sure comes as a surprise to absolutely no one. I write because it’s something I’ve always loved to do, and my psychological well-being depends on my continuing to do so. I write paranormal fiction because that’s what I prefer to read.

My first published novel, and by far my most popular, is Caged. At the risk of sounding like Stephanie Meyer, the premise for the story came to me in a dream. For the record, though, Draugr came to me in a dream too. Anyway, it took three years to write Caged because the first draft was lost when an electrical surge blew out my computer. Like a fool, I had no backup copy, so I had to start over from scratch. Lesson learned. I sucked it up, got the job done, then overcame my nearly crippling insecurities in order to self-publish it. Six more stories came to follow, but Caged was my first and is hands-down my favorite. I plan to eventually turn it into a screenplay, once I find the time and figure out how to write a screenplay.

Watcher in the Darkness is my new obsession. I really enjoy the characters, especially Toby, and ideas for the series come to me at all hours of the day and night. I have definite plans for a fourth and fifth book, and maybe one or two more after that. I want to wrap the series up tight, but there are so many stories I want to tell with these characters. Being as busy as I am, I don’t have as much time to devote to working on WitD as I would like, which is why I’m really looking forward to this summer. There are many advantages to working for a public school.

That’s about it. Thanks for stopping by, for making it this far into an essay that’s basically all about me, and most of all, for reviewing. I can’t stress strongly enough just how important reviews are for authors.

Remember, you only fail if you quit.