Venting ahead. I don’t like doing this. But I will explode soon, and since talking gets me absolutely nowhere…
So, I have been forced to make a choice between selling books and raising my children (verses letting them run amuck) and staying married, and all of that jazz that I cannot possibly do while spending three hours a day on social media, plus writing, designing my own book covers… yada, yada.
So, book sales are down. I get that. I knew it was coming. What I don’t get is why those people I know face-to-face don’t give a damn. All I really ask is that they take the all of three seconds to like a FB post and share it. I don’t even insist they read the book. (I suspect that would send them over the edge anyway.) I have asked friends to leave me a review IF they read any of my books. But they don’t do it. I try to gently nudge. They make excuses. They ask me for favors. I do them. I ask them to like and share a post. They ignore it instead.
Am I invisible here! Am I too nice? Do I need to be a b*tch? (They seem to get all the perks!)
Yes, I am a social misfit. I couldn’t small talk myself out of a paper bag. I am an over-read bookworm who actually has the audacity to use words like…. Audacity… (Gasp.)
If you prick me, do I not bleed?
If I talk to you, and you act like I don’t exist, do I not notice? Or do you just assume the DOG is too stupid?
I am sick of people I go to church with (yes I said it, so sue me) telling me they care about me, then zoning out as soon as I try to talk to them. (Yes, I can tell you are going through your grocery list in your head. I am a fiction writer. I see these things…) If it wasn’t for my children, who really like Sunday school, I would walk out that door under the steeple and never return.
Mind you, I put God and Church into two separate categories. (It’s for the sake of my sanity.)
Oh, yes, this is the point where you nicely tell yourself I am an egotistical diva and need to get over myself. Yada, yada—I’ve heard it all before. Go ahead and skip over that post I need you to share so badly, even though I was there for you when your cat died. Who cares anyway. It’s just a stupid book.