Hello, folks, Doris here. I know what you’re thinking. That Naughty Quills blog is all cockahoop this week. Raven did a post on Tuesday, Doris is here on a Thursday…whatever next?
The lovely Raven did, indeed step up for me on Tuesday, so as she’s not feeling too great with her fibro, I thought I would return the favor. Mind you, I’m not sure I’ll make much sense, so bear with me. These will be true ramblings indeed.
Those who follow me on Facebook will know why I couldn’t post on Tuesday. If you don’t, you can read my blog post here.
I don’t really want to get into the ins and outs because I’ll only burst into tears and then this post will never get written. Like Raven said in her Tuesday post, friendships are wonderful, and I’ve been blessed with many friends which I’ve made on Social Media. Folks which I may never meet in real life, yet who I count as my friends.
I can’t even begin to tell you how much comfort I found from the outpouring of support my family and I received this week. To know that a Facebook status will alert those dear to you and your extended network to rally. To know that folks are with you in spirit, and no matter what day or time it is, someone, somewhere in the world will be up and helping you through it.
This isn’t the first time I’ve experienced that support. Earlier in the year when my daughter broke her collarbone and needed an operation, my FB friends were right there with me. At a time, when a so-called-real-life friend showed her true colour and let me down badly, which resulted in the end of that friendship, my online friends were there for me.
Plenty of real-life friends too, I hasten to add, but this post is about the friends we make online.
Social Media, when used for good is a powerful tool. Us authors are told we need to use it to market ourselves and our books, but I have always maintained that social media is first and foremost about making connections with people. I was on Facebook a long time before I became a published author, and I’ve always shared stories of my kids etc, slices of my life, celebrated and cried with my friends, and I swore to myself that I would continue to do so.
Of course, being an author, let alone an erotic author means, I’m not as free as I used to be with what I share. While I’m happy to talk about budda, I will rarely name the older ones, put up pictures etc without their permission.
It’s common sense and I know authors with pen names and sensitive jobs, shall we say, will try their utmost to never share personal information. Others, yet, seem far too free with what they share.
I’ve always adopted the motto, that I don’t share anything I wouldn’t be happy to share with the world.
Be yourself, just avoid the overshare as much as you’ll hopefully avoid overdoing the promotion. I’m not talking release day madness here. We’re all allowed to make a nuisance of ourselves then.
Where am I going with all this? You know, I have no idea, I seem to have gone off on a rambling tangent…
Wouldn’t be the first time, would it, now?
The point is, I think, that you can make Social Media what you want it to be. I hope I come across first and foremost as a person, who cares. Yes, I’m also an author, but I value my friends for who they are, not what books I can sell them at any given time. Though, you know, if you feel like buying my books… I shan’t stop you either, which brings me nicely to another point.
The Evernight Readers’ Choice Awards are once again upon us. Nominations are open and you can find all the details on this link.
Go forth and nominate. This is where authors will list their books and say please nominate me. Well, I’m going to stick my neck out here and say this. I’m sure readers remember their favorite books and authors and will vote of their own accord, but that’s just my take on it.
You won’t find me listing my books. I’m far too all over the place, emotionally this week, for starters.
It’s kind of ironic, that my post on here last week was about NaNoWriMo. I have yet to write a single word this week on anything. In fact, this blog post and the one I wrote on my blog about losing lil Luther has been the most words I’ve managed since Sunday.
I’ll get back to writing, of course, I will, but I have no idea when. It’s progress that I can be on my laptop at all without bursting into tears because it’s so closely linked to my writing buddy.
Anyhoo, this isn’t supposed to be a sad post, but one that celebrates friendship, the connections we make to other people, and I will include our pets in this, because where would we be without them? Lost, that’s where. A bit like I am right now, but I also know that I’ll find my way back.
Every day it gets a little easier after all.
That’s all from me today, you’ll be pleased to hear. Told you it was a rambling post.
Do stay naughty, folks.