Okay – a show of hands for those who think they love networking.
Back in my professional days, everyone bemoaned the tortures of networking events. But then, what’s not to love about listening to colleagues wax poetic about budget models and data structure? Okay, so maybe that is a bit boring if it’s not your passion – it sure wasn’t mine.
So I guess it’s only natural that as I’m learning about networking for writers, my first instinct is to groan (and maybe try to hide). The conversation in my head goes something like this:
Rude Networking Guru (RNG): You need a website
Me: But I have a website
RNG: (chuckles wickedly) No – a professional website, an author website.
Me: Okay, but I haven’t even published a book yet.
RNG: You need to do it now – before you’re published. Oh, and you need to start a newsletter, too.
Me: Umm – does anyone actually read newsletters?
RNG: It doesn’t matter, you need a newsletter to build your email list.
Me: Ohhhh, but why?
RNG: So you can send them a newsletter.
RNG: And social media – don’t forget social media. You need thousands of followers.
Me: Thousands? (gulp) How am I supposed to interact with thousands of followers?
RNG: And writing groups – are you involved in writing groups? Join some on FaceBook. Do you have an author page?
Me: Umm, yes – But when do I get to actually write?
Okay – so I’m being facetious. And I do really enjoy connecting with people. My website – it’s getting an update – soon. I’m keeping my blog
– and the newsletter? Well – according to many agents, the newsletter is not optional.
My project for this month – “Enchantment.”
And what is more enchanting than the moon? So – last week, on a clear night, I decided to take a picture. The moon wasn’t supposed to rise until after midnight, so I went to bed, knowing I’d wake up at some point (I always do).
And I did – around 1 am. I got up, got dressed, and went onto my deck – Nothing. Huh.
I went back to bed. An hour later, I woke up again, got back up, got dressed, and headed back out to my deck – and discovered that there is a heck of a lot more to photographing the moon in the middle of the night than sticking my camera on a tripod and clicking. (A more powerful lens would be helpful, too)
After a few shots of a blurry blob, I gave up and went back to bed.
Then, heading out for my normal morning walk with Chessie, I looked up and there was the moon, right in front of me.
I’ll try again – but I may need to find something other than the moon to feel enchanted about – just sayin’.
February’s eclectic pile o’ books
My revisions are moving along and I’m on track to finish round #1 in early March. In the meantime, my reading list is partially for fun and partially about “learning from the masters”
Agatha Christie – master of mystery plot (I’ll read the ABC Murders)
Josephine Tey – master of mystery and perspective – I hope. Still in my pile to be read.
Ernest Hemingway – master of prose – I just finished The Sun Also Rises, and I won’t be reading another of his books for a while, nor will I be copying his style of prose. But I am learning to cut unnecessary words – so the lesson wasn’t for naught.
Right now – I’m Buried in a Bog in Ireland – it’s a cozy read, just for fun.
Bird by Bird – another book about a writer’s life (because I haven’t read enough of those…) – Lamott has a funny style – fun to read.
And then there’s Anxious People – Right, well, aren’t we all?
Poetry of Presence – good for that anxiety thing.
Until next time – I’d love to hear what you’ve been up to!
“Stay wild, moon child” (Riitta Klint)