The problem with social media

The Hall of information has been in the dark quite recently with no new material coming to fruition for quite some time. My efforts towards drafting Clark Thorn Rebellion (book 3) have taken center stage because a deadline for finishing it has been set! As of the middle of July drafting will be finished, my task from now is to pen around 30 to 40 thousand words and wrap things up nice n pretty with a bow and ribbon.

I don’t give much news out often because simply there isn’t. The life of an unpublished author is much spent trying to prove to the world that we are doing something. But a minute by minute update of ‘today I made a cup of tea and wrote 2000 words’ doesn’t make much for blogging entertainment. Much like writers can’t go onto the stage of Britain’s got talent and say they are that. There just isn’t a well spotlighted outlet for budding pensmiths to be noticed (not one that hasn’t pissed me off anyway), you get the self published ones who constantly (and I mean constantly) shove their books up on FB and twitter. They claim to be great and all but most of the time they followed me first, then you expect me to buy your book? I was just being nice by noticing your efforts and clicked like, don’t take the M out of Michael about it.

Social media is a circus full of people saying ‘me, me, me’ and quite honestly after a few years I just cant be bothered with trying to compete with the like mongering and share this and share that, follow me because I am somewhat relevant even though I live under another name and won’t follow you back. I’m a writer and that’s as far as I am willing to take it.

Right now social media for me is just for contact, the whole blogging thing is a bore to me because the train to publishingville hasn’t set sail yet and wont for some time. So this journey to publication much like British rail is currently delayed.

I like writing and will always write but I don’t like social media for what it has become, the land of bullshi**ers and people blowing smoke up their own rear end.

Maybe that’s me being reclusive but nothing would make me more happier than to live in a small community of close family and friends, write stories, send them to publishers and write the next one. I guess we all have that perfect scenario but that’s life.

Moan done, back to my laptop and the world that I control.

The amount of people who do take what I do seriously has stayed at a level amount for nearly two years. I don’t blame people for not taking me seriously, I haven’t been published yet and thus their theory is proved.  But for some of those people around me who do not believe I can write, I can only say two words to ya and that’s Hotel Doom. A play I wrote last year will come to life in the near future and people will finally see what I capable of.

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