| I had the pleasure of spending time with fellow YA authors at a local event a few weeks ago, and the topic of blogging came up. Until that cold spring afternoon, I thought I was the only author that felt jotting my inner feelings online for strangers to read and critique, was uncomfortable. Like them, I wrote a post or two, recapped announcements my publisher provided, but cringed when I had to share my innermost secrets. I was not alone. While I’m completely comfortable delving into the mind of my characters and sharing their thoughts with readers, I didn’t think anyone cared if I had a bad day, or, had good news, for that matter. After all, so do you. You have great days and well, not so good ones. Does it help to know you’re not alone? |  |
I’m sure I’m not the only one that ran late on a Monday, or was the victim of road rage because the guy behind me is in a hurry. Maybe he had a good reason for honking the horn at me obnoxiously. Or, the woman was on her way somewhere important when she cut me off—like the hospital.
Then again, maybe not.
And, maybe you don’t need to read my troubles, my thoughts, my complaints. Maybe you don’t want to hear my good news or share in my happiness. So what if something good happened? I’m not a bragger, and I don’t gloat. The world is full of that.
I’d rather get lost in a good book.
A best-selling author told me that day that she HATES to blog, and so she doesn’t. Then I realized, if I’m not comfortable blogging—if I’m not good at it, then why bother? I guess that tidbit of information hit home. No need for me to sweat over it. There are fabulous bloggers all over the world and I’m happy to have met many wonderful people that enjoy posting daily. It’s just not me. Don’t hate me for it.
I’ll do it if I feel like it.
If not, I’m good. Are you?
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