I’m Tired, Overwhelmed and Confused.
What evil spirit prompted me to check my “likes” on May I Hug You.com.
That website. My first born, the child of my heart, the one linked to Facebook.
I gave that infant all my love. My attention. My affection. My time.
I spent hours finding suitable photos and music videos to dress her up. Yes, she’s a girl.
In fact, I probably spent more time on finding just the right video, the right music, than I did on writing. Rightly or wrongly. “They”, whoever “they” may be, say pictures are more powerful than words. And those headlines, oh, those “very important” headlines!
I built up a nice little following but very little interaction.
Which I understand. People are busy. And not everyone will like everything you do.
The Writers’ World is a lonely one.
A Writer Friend suggested I join another publishing platform.
I could publish my stories myself or, if lucky, find a publication that would accept my work and publish on my behalf. Trial and Error became second and third courses after Disappointment as a starter.
But I persevered.
It became a sibling to my website. Younger, different.
I did one of three things:
It depended what I thought would get the best reaction. What would people want to read.
That thought should have brought me up short. It didn’t.
I was no longer writing from the heart. I was “catering.”
But the biggest difference was that this new sibling immediately got new friends. Readers “liked” her. Readers “responded.” Readers “interacted!”
Note, the sibling is, once again, a girl.
I tried not to show favoritism, but I probably did. I started spending more time with this new “child” than with my firstborn.
I discovered it was much easier to write for this infant. I eventually stopped “catering” and once again was writing from the heart.
And so, it came about, while sitting at Orlando airport waiting for a flight, that I played on my phone. And tripped over a link on my firstborn.
A steep curve of “UNLIKES!” And no new “likes.”
And I’m hurt. I can’t think what I’d possibly done to upset anyone. I shouldn’t care. But I do.
A Writer’s Ego is a fragile thing.
Think of the Little Pig and the House of Straw. One puff can blow one down.
I took to researching and saw a glimmer.
Those “unlikes” could’ve belonged to fake websites that were taken down.
It could be someone I invited to like my page and they, feeling kindly, did so. Only to realize that this was not their thing and thus “unliked.”
It could be any number of reasons.
I remind myself that I don’t like everything I read. But when I don’t care for something, I don’t “unlike.” I just scroll through.
There were the times I really cared for a writer. After a year my tastes had changed. Or matured. Or something.
And so, I’d move on to something, someone, else.
But I don’t “unlike” the original writer.
Because being “unliked” hurts.
And my newborn is waiting in the wings.
Cyber Hugs my friends. More to come about where I’m going. Or not.
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