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It started immediately after the book was published. People started coming to me for advice. I've never been good at giving advice. Plus, I don't know what kind of tips I can really give any other person. Other than how to become a statistically insignificant blogger and an incredibly insecure author. Cause that's exactly what I've got to share. But, I'm totally flattered that there are people out there who think I have some book wisdom. Or any other kind of wisdom.
A few weeks ago, I got together with a friend who just started a blog to talk about writing. She'd read the blogging rules and wondered what I thought about them. And while I normally take a long time to consider all the options before dispensing advice, this was a no brainer for me. "The 'rules of blogging' are stupid. Fuck the rules! Write what you're passionate about." The world is cluttered with disingenuous bullshit. Authenticity is more important than anything else. Especially numbers.
The very next day, having just finished reading a marketing book I bought, I started to implement some of the things I'd read. Namely, joining even more on-line groups for even more social media. Which is why I joined a large indie author network with over 2,000 members. Passively joining, of course, is not enough, one must socialize. So, I asked for advice, wrote supportive comments here and there to other authors and tried to keep up with the threads about grammar, chapter size and marketing.
The thing is, whenever a group of people gets too large, the sense of connection that brought them together in the first place gets lost. Members can become distant, confrontational and desperate to prove that they are in some way an authority. On something. Somewhere. I sensed this immediately. But, I persisted. And I started to spend way too much time contemplating what to write and how exactly to write it. So as not to piss any of these 2,000 complete indie author strangers off.
It took me 4 or 5 days of this before I realized I was a total hypocrite. I had just told my friend to be authentic and yet, I joined this group with the sole purpose of marketing myself because some stupid book said I should. So, I quit. Not that anyone noticed. I was a number, not a person.
That's when I decided to fuck the rules, again. And follow my own damn advice already.
Authenticity is more important than anything else.