I have been engaging far more on the social media world in the past couple of weeks out of necessity- initially. My posts may be a little… off centered from what I usually post about my writing because I am branching out to explore a potential future career: social media advertising, and my talking about it is a way for me to reach out. Also, part of the requirements of the class is to write two blog posts about social media every week for five weeks. This is not a bad thing Dr. Perreault, trust me, I enjoy it, I’m not just saying this to appease you. One of the biggest difficulties I have faced in the past while writing is getting over the frustration of the sheer silence of the internet. It is like trying to talk to astronauts inside a spaceship while stuck outside in the vacuum of space bare ass naked; no one is going to hear anything! I will post a question somewhere and no one answers, or I ask what someone thinks about my story and no one answers. I will get a like, or a heart, but that does not mean anything. What did you like about my writing? What is your favorite scene? Favorite character? Those are the things I need to know.
And then again, that used to matter to me. In the asynchronous world of the internet, if I keep seeing a lot of return visitors, I know deep down I have done something right. I know I am passionate, and I know it can be infectious. I know I give the characters It’s a little mystery for me, if anything, and life without mystery is boring- I believe Alfred Hitchcock said something to that effect. I can figure it out myself as I keep writing, and following the blog post/story/poetry analytics from my old Weebly site. I have not given up. Some people talk, of course, and they are proud of me, or excited that I am doing something. When I first started all of this, the writing, when I came up with something solid (my first story, Atrocity) my mom told me, “If ten years ago someone told me you would be an author, I would never have believed them.” And then I read the ending of Why I Write and Tori sums up perfectly an aspect of writing I have always known, but never brought to the forefront of why I write.
“And of course, there’s no better feeling than having written. You have a very real, tangible thing that came from your brain. You created it. Exactly how you wanted to create it. Read it over and over with delight. Share with the world – or don’t. (You should at least share with your mom.) It’s yours. And no one can take it from you.”
My stories; they are for me. I am writing the change I want to see in the entertainment industry. I do enjoy sharing all of them; I truly do, even with all the silence. The vocal internet goers just happen to agree with what I have to write- that is why they continue to read, right? I got tired of characters who make really stupid decisions to drive a horror plot, so I made the main heroes of Ruby Caves a professional werewolf hunter and his family. I got tired of my own violent stories and wrote about the romance between a sweet old man and his wife in Nice Albert. I wanted to see the video game Doom with a plot and in written form so I wrote Westward Prophets. Those are all just little pieces of me in a much grander world. I wanted to explore the world hidden right beside the world of humans and wrote the collection Peripheral Shadows. If I tried to write for everybody online I would go insane. I needed that confirmation- as I will probably need that confirmation again sometime in the future, life is like that. I don’t need the whole world. I need my little troop of dedicated fans, and one of the biggest fans is me.