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Funny that these columns are called Confessions of a Literary Streetwalker because ... well, I have a confession to make.
I'm very much on the fence about the whole thing, and am still dealing with doubts about whether or not I've made the right decision but - in the end - I think it will end up being a good thing.
I know, I know: I've been a rather vocal - if not strident - opponent of that particular corner of the social media universe, but a very good friend of mine pointed out that, to call down The Bard, I "doth protest too much."
It hasn't been easy: I tell ya, nothing like having a nearly (gasp) twenty year writing career resulting in only 433 'friends' and 68'likes' on my author page to really make the dreaded depression demon really flare up.
But I'm sticking with it - not because I think that I have to, or that Facebook is the end-all, be-all solution to all my publicity needs - but because it was something I really, honestly, didn't want to do.
Obviously, explanations are in order. See, I'm a firm believer in pushing yourself in all kinds of ways: as a person and, particularly, as a writer. Sure, you have to like what you are doing - both in how you live your life as well as the words you put down on 'paper' - but growth comes not from comfort but from adversity, from challenge.
I didn't set out to be an pornographer, but then an opportunity presented itself and (surprise!) I was actually pretty good at it. I didn’t plan on being a 'gay' writer - because, no duh - I'm not, but (surprise!) I not just did it but came to really enjoy it. I didn’t think I could be a teacher, but (surprise!) I've found that I really get a kick out of it.
I may have hated Facebook - hell, I still hate Facebook - but I had to at least try it. Maybe it will work out, maybe it won't, but at least I'll have stretched myself.
For creative people of any ilk, that’s extremely important. For one thing, it can keep your creativity rip-and-roaring, key to avoiding deathly boredom and staleness. Professionally, it's essential: writing just what you want, what you’re comfortable with, can really limit where you can sell your work. That you love to write, say, erotic romances is fine and dandy but if you do then there will only so many places to show off, or publish, your work.
You want examples? Fine: I'm now on Facebook – we’ve already discussed that uncomfortable fact - but since I've written quite a few queer novels I've decided that my next one is going to be (you ready for this?) straight - and not just straight but with a 'happy' ending. My short story work, too, has a tendency to be, let's be honest here, bittersweet at best - so my next collection is going to be much more uplifting. I've never written a play, so I'm planning on writing one sometime this year. I've never written for comics - well, I wrote one - so I'm going to work on more. Will these projects be tough? Sure they will: but who knows what I may discover about myself and what I'm capable of?
Who knows, maybe even Facebook and I will become fast and good friends and will walk down the social media aisle together, skipping merrily and holding hands.
And if not ... well, I tried. There is nothing wrong with giving something a shot but then deciding it's not for you. Rejection, both internal as well as external, is part of a writer's life. There's nothing wrong with it. Trial and error is how we learn, how we grow.
Writers far too often think that the 'names', the celebrities, the legends sat down and created wonders of the written word, masterpieces of story, with no trials and tribulations. But - as I've said before - writers are liars and very few will admit that they might have been an overnight success ... after failing for decades.