Something has come to my attention as of late and it is depressing as hell. While I am grateful that this realization did not come from one of my e-friends, I almost wish it had.
See, when I entered into this self-publishing/Kindle/e-reader venture in February, I knew that there would be a lot of time and effort involved. I knew I would have to market my work (something I am not very good at) and that I would have to socialize in new circles. I’m having to learn about formatting and hunt down reviewers. I am checking sales, studying articles about marketing techniques and reading inspiring stories about authors that are actually making a living from self publishing.
What this has not allowed time for is networking with the people that have encouraged and supported me for the past 4 years or so. Not too long ago, I read about 20 blogs with regularity. I posted in the comments sections of about 15 or so of them. I used to be more active on Twitter, carrying on brief snippets of conversations with writer friends.
This self publishing venture had knocked a large chunk of that time out of my schedule. Those 15 or so blogs above have been drastically reduced. My checking in on Twitter has suffered. I am, all in all, not a very good e-friend as of late. I have three mails in my inbox that are awaiting my beta-reading. I am mid-way through the second but it has taken longer than I would have liked.
Still, as of the past week or two, most of my free time has been spent writing. I daresay it has been the most productive stretch within the last year or so.
At some point, there has to be a balance right? Until I can find it, I hope that all of you that used to hear from me more often can look past my self-involved ways for just a little longer.