Blogging, Social Media, and other stuff.
Aren’t there more important things to do like writing?
I think reading the 101 things to do to establish your author brand is finally getting to me. I leave this to read the last thing before I go to bed and it’s beginning to give me nightmares.
So, for starters, I’ve created a twitter page but I’m not sure what to do with it. Yet.
Then I created a Facebook page but there is one for authors and I think l have created the wrong one. It’s very confusing.
And reading 10 things an author shouldn’t do, one of them was not to use Facebook. Who to believe?
Now I’m lingering at WordPress after googling writer blogs and got a choice of so many, some free, others quite expensive, and I’m not sure what half the stuff is they’re offering.
There’s also Site blog, and there’s collaborative blogging. Perhaps it’s time to get back to the easy stuff like plotting and writing my book!
That might have been easy if a little voice in my head wasn’t screaming ‘you need a website’.
Once again I’m googling my fingers to the bone trying to decide if I want a free one or pay. At least if I pay there might not be ghastly ads for porn sites. That’s one criticism I read that can be a problem.
I decided to pay a nominal amount but now I strike a new problem, I need to get a domain name such as ‘authorname.com’.
I put in my name and it is taken already so in order not to pay the person who snapped it up in the hope of making a million dollars, or perhaps because he has the same name as me and thought of it first, I have to accept one of the variations.
It then gives me the opportunity to buy right now that particular name because it is free, and I found myself working with a hyphen. It could be worse, I suppose.
It also offers a few extra web domains with different endings such as .com,.info, etc.
What the hell it’s only a few extra dollars and I’ll worry about what to do with them in two years’ time except for the .com which I’ll use now.
The website started and a month paid for, got a .com to link it to, and now all I have to do something with it. No, I’m not a web designer even after I picked a template that looked author like.
It can wait.
Social media investigated but looks like its going to suck up a lot of my time.
Better get back to the book and write my page, or 1000 words, or 2000 words for the day.
I look over at the rubbish bin and it is overflowing. It looks like a scene out of a bad movie, where the writer pretends he’s a pro basketball player who can’t shoot.
It’s just not flowing. I’m beginning to hate Bill as a name. Perhaps I’ll change it to Tarquin. No, that’s not quite a name that suits the character. It leads to a mental debate about what is an appropriate name for a character and sends me off into Google land again to see what various names mean.
The name is Bill until I find something better.
I guess that leads to some introspection on how I see, or what I want, the character to be. So far he’s been married, and divorced, not been much of a husband to his wife, or children, maybe because of what happened to him when he was in the army, something he knows about in a peripheral sense but is about to learn a whole lot more.
Being shot, ending up in a hospital, sparks a memory, in a dream, brought on by a particular type of painkiller, and he is about to remember who and what he was, stuff that he has previously not realized, or knew about. Those last traumatic events in the war zone caused his memory to be wiped.
It’s not the sort of memories certain people want to be brought into the open.
OK, finally something to work with.
I need to work on the dream or nightmare sequence.
Pen in hand, I start writing…
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