Being Outgoing Online

I went from being a painfully shy child, to an awkward teen hiding behind sarcasm. At some point, when I needed to get a job, I decided to just fake confidence. I pretended to be someone else, kind of. It was all me, it was just a side of myself I didn’t usually use. I’ve pretty much been riding the “fake it ’til you make it” train ever since.

I like saying nice things when I think them. I compliment strangers in line. I say hello when I pass people in my building. I smile.

But, somehow, none of that carried over to the internet.

I click the hearts and the thumbs up on things, but I almost never left comments. I had this idea that it was somehow bothersome. They already know they’re funny, or their art is amazing, or that their books are delightful. I had the gut-feeling that if I commented it would somehow be intrusive or annoying.

Well, that was nonsense. So, over the last half year or so, I’ve tried to be interactive on social media.

I try to comment on twitter and instagram. I actually use my youtube rather than just lurking on it. And I send messages to authors to tell them they’re amazing–even though I’m 95% sure they know it already. And it’s great! It feels good and, of course, people like when you tell them the nice things you think about them. Why wouldn’t they?

I get so much more out of my social media now. They’ve become communities and I really enjoy getting to know so many people.

Artists and authors are all looking for a rainstorm. They’re farmers, desperate to grow a crop and share it with the world, but they need the rain. It’s okay to be a drop. It’s okay to be a little voice in the world saying you like something–screaming it even. Because maybe one drop will become a thousand and an artist will get that monsoon they’re looking for, and at the very least, they’ll know someone somewhere enjoyed their work.

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7x7x7x7 Challenge

I was challenged by Laura Harvey on Twitter and it sounded fun so here it is!

How it works? Go to the seventh page of your work in progress, find the seventh line, and then post the next seven to your blog or this blog or wherever you like! Then challenge seven other writers to do the same.

Vaun retorted sharply as he pushed the paper off to the side and picked up his fork once more. She might have ignored his breakfast cake but he would not.

The cringe never went beyond her eyes, but he saw it and it was enough to make him smile again. His sister had been forced into a marriage with the oldest son of the Vym family long ago and had never quite recovered from the scorn of it all.

“Tell me you didn’t rat me out to my own sister.” The Prince looked at Addom, taking a bite but only pretended to enjoy it. Eventually, even cakes became dull.

What did I learn from this?

1. My sentences are long. Really, really long.

2. Almost all of my writer friends are recluses who refuse to have twitter or blogs or even facebook. So, if you’re one of my writer buddies and you read this blog, consider yourself challenged. I’m going to have to go dig a few of you out of your hideaways..

-Cheryl

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