Working writers–as in those being paid to write–are supposed to blog now and facebook and twitter. I’ll try to get intentional about the blog but I doubt many people want to know what I had for lunch–dried out wheat tortilla wrapped around cheese and called a burrito in the school cafeteria. Besides, who has time? “Class, write 500 words while I figure out how to send this tweet on my cell phone. Can my phone even do that? Can somebody help me?”
We’re supposed to build a platform–make mine a diving one on a lake in Maine, please. And an audience. Well, I’ll try. So when you finally finish your novel that you work in around your real life, and you approach a publisher you can say, “I have a built in audience of a kabillion followers of Facebook and Twitter and my blog.
Well. I’ll try. Even though it takes away time from real writing.
I’d write more but I want to get back to my real writing because I have to go back to my real job tomorrow. I hope I can remember what I’d write about if I didn’t want to write.