Ahoy-hoy?

Most writers and bloggers seem to be in the camp of there is no such thing as a bad social app when it comes to advertising yourself and providing contact with fans.  After all, no man (or woman) is an island.  This has caused me great consternation on some levels as I have come to believe excessive social media is the bane of society in many ways.  I may not be an island, but I’m aiming to be the Crimean Peninsula, possibly an isthmus, or maybe an island with a good drawbridge.  And something big and scary swimming in the water between that doesn’t like my beach and loves the taste of toes and curiosity.

But I see the necessity.  Begrudgingly I do.

In this case, I must say I do not know how I will reach out to me public when the time comes beyond this website.  My Facebook connection is for my friends and family.  Sure I keep them appraised of what’s going on, but that’s a partitioned part of my life that I do not want mixed over here on the authorship side, cluttering this up more personal things here.  You don’t need to know about me wishing my best-friend’s, cousin’s, uncle’s, 4th grade geometry teacher their best on their 50th anniversary.  (Totally fictitious action.  I don’t wish people happy birthday/anniversary/holiday save in person, because I’m embarrassed I forget the ones that matter most too often.  So don’t expect a Christmas card, or some other non-holiday celebratory creation by the greeting card industry from me.)  Oh dear, I’ve toddled off point.  Allow me to get back to it.

Looking through all the various ways you have to connect with someone here, I’m looking at it more or less in horror.  I don’t want to deal with so many social veins.  I’ve said it once, I’ll say it again, I do not trust anything with the root word “twit” for social media.  No thank you.  I have neither time nor interest in Pintrest.  Instagram is more like Nopeagram, and Facebook is the last bastion holdout because of friends and family.

That leaves me with an interesting predicament of cutting off my nose to spite my face as my mother often would say to me.  Ya gotta deal with it or minimize connectivity.  The one kinda odd area I’m toying with is streaming media.  As you can see, I play some online games.  I have lots of fun getting on teamspeak with my gaming guild, The Seraphim, and going to sink ships or save Metropolis from Braniac.  I think some day it might be fun to make my own channel and open it up for fans to come play with me or hang and chat.  If I could do a direct forum here, I would, and I definitely am interested in opening a chat room some day.  These are methods I feel comfortable with for interaction with the public once the time comes.

But I still want the island with drawbridge… and crocodiles?  Piranha?  eeww… no.  Ill tempered sea bass, or mutated overgrown betas.

With friggen laser beams on their head.

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