I got rid of my social media accounts. I will post here. It won’t be anything fancy. I want to keep the content as craft related as possible so I will have to fight the need for furious off-color rants posted during the peak of my caffeine high at four in the morning.
Why did I delete my social media if I’m an author looking for exposure?
I don’t like the vibe anymore. I’m too old for that lifestyle of: Look at my life. Look. Cool, huh? My life? At this point in my life there are enough people looking into my affairs without any prompting from me. What I’m saying is I don’t need to post a picture for people to know my business. And I’m old and ugly; you don’t want to see my ‘I woke up like this’ post. But most of all, on my time away from the harsh realities of daily life, in my few moments of escape from the modern terrors of secular existence, the last thing I want to do is waste the precious and fleeting gift of consciousness on scrolling through other people’s daily drama. I think social media has a big impact on your thought patterns, whether this is good or bad I guess is subjective to the consumer. I’m not going to rant. I want to. But I won’t. I’m going to stay classy.
In the meantime I’m going to get really good at telling the stories I want to tell. I’m devouring books and finding my style. I’m enjoying the journey and the vindication of improvement. I’m living minimally, focusing on what’s important to me and cropping out the rest.
I’ve made peace with the fact this may take a while, and I may never be what I’m setting out to be. But I think if I tried and I stayed consistent that I would be an author. Maybe not a successful author. But an author.
I’m thinking about refining all my short stories and putting out a self-published hardcover (Amazon just started doing hardcovers) of the complete works of Gregory Patrick Travers. At least that way if I die before completing my true legacy, I will have the collection of these stories as my back-up legacy. But fingers crossed we get to do the other legacy.