There’s an author I follow on Twitter who is so insufferable in her Tweets that I’ve sworn never to buy her books.
I probably would not have bought her books anyway as she writes hefty (you’d think she’s being paid by the pound) 1000-page space operas (yes, that is an actual genre), only now I’m not buying her books out of spite, instead of not buying them out of disinterest.
My experience with this author has me reconsidering the advice you hear everywhere about “social media presence.” Just this morning, I read the profile of a literary agent who is looking for new authors with a “strong social media platform.”
But what if your “social media platform” reveals the hithertofore concealed fact that you’re a complete asshole? What good are 64M Twitter hate-followers?
I’ve been thinking more about my own social media presence now that I’ve been rejected for two blogging gigs over the last couple of months. The first job I don’t think I seriously contended for, despite a request to submit additional samples of my work. The second seemed to hold more promise when the editors
slogged through voraciously read the past six months of my posts.
A couple of weeks later, they came back to look at the two posts I’d published since their first visit.
In the end, I didn’t get the job, as you may have already deduced, since this blog post is not titled “See ya!”
Now I’m starting to wonder whether the social media presence I’ve created with Do Not Get Sick in the Sink, Please is supporting or thwarting my writing goals.
And don’t think I haven’t considered the ramifications on other areas of my life, as well. Suddenly, I’m starting to think maybe this blog wasn’t such a good idea after all, what with my kids getting older and those damn public schools teaching them how to read. Now the older one is skirting the edges of puberty and it’s only a matter of time before she discovers this blog. Do you know how often Do Not Get Sick in the Sink, Please turns up in typical teenager internet searches such as “best places to have sex without your parents finding out” and “places to have sex without getting caught” and “best places to have sex in your car”?
You can’t even begin to imagine. Or perhaps you can.
(Also, for some reason, this blog comes up when you Google “vigina tattoo” which is another phrase I hope my daughter never searches only because I expect her to be a better speller.)
As I’m considering my social media presence, part of me feels like I should stop writing about
anal sex and blow jobs controversial topics*, and another part of me figures that folks who are offended by anal sex and blow jobs controversial topics* aren’t going to be happy with anything else I write, either, so I should at least be true to myself.
What does that mean? I guess it means that I’m going to continue building my social media platform on
controversial topics anal sex and blow jobs.
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