A recent foray into the world of social media has brought a sad fact of reality profoundly to my attention: I have a boring life.
You see, I primarily peruse social media in order to read.
I enjoy reading about the happenings in the lives of other people, the opinions of my peers, or chronicles of events which obligation or distance prevented me from attending, often reacting with “care” or “love.”
But that is the extent of my participation: I’m not really much of a poster.
In fact, I think I’m more of what you call a “lurker.”
So, when I was recently challenged to increase my participation on social media (and, thus, build my “author’s platform,”), I found myself with quite a dilemma:
I had no idea what to say.
I mean, not on my author’s account, anyway. On my personal accounts, I have no issue. It’s easy enough to think of areas in your life your Mom or your Aunt Sally would like to receive updates about: but surely, my future audience – and new social-media-platform acquaintances – are not interested in the fact that my daughter’s prom pictures got rained out, or that I tried a new muffaletta recipe last weekend.
So, what are they interested in? Nothing that I could think of to post from the world of Jamie Hershberger. Thus, I reached the sad conclusion of my introductory announcement: I have a boring life.
Ever intrepid, I wonder now, “How can I overcome my interesting-life deficit sufficiently in order to connect with these people*, thereby creating from them connections, which eventually leads to ‘fans’, when I honestly, secretly, don’t even believe I am a writer, yet?”
Could that, perhaps, be the majority of the problem?
Tune in to find out,
Jamie
PS – Sheesh. Since I’ve become a writer, I’ve discovered I am both a “pantser” and a “lurker”! I’m going to need a notebook page dedicated to keeping up with all my nicknames!
*Jen has told me I am not allowed to call them, “twits,” no matter how many times they may, “tweet.”
