I have found that becoming an author is 15% writing, 30% procrastinating, 30% editing, and the rest is dedicating to getting the word out that you’re worth reading.
It’s not as easy as it sounds.
I have recently created this blog (obviously), a Tumblr, a Twitter account (which I #suck #at #hashtags), and an authonomy account. So far, I have two Twitter followers and no one’s reading this yet and my Tumblr is exploding because Sherlock season three has started filming. But, as far as my name is concerned, I feel like I’m treading water or running on a treadmill and I’m not getting anywhere.
My sisters say I spend too much time on the internet, but after racking up posts and tweets and comments and recommendations and ending up with maybe one more person following me, it feels like I don’t spend nearly enough. And, when I do emerge from my apartment/dungeon, I cringe at this daylight that threatens to send me flailing back into the darkness and the comforting light of my laptop screen.
I know it’ll be worth it in the end. Right now, I just gotta keep hamster-wheeling it.