Clowns on a Ledge (could it BE any scarier)
I had to shut off social media in
order to work today. Don’t get me wrong, social media is a God-send in a great
many ways [honestly Fated
Souls wouldn’t be coming out next month if not for Twitter] but it can
easily become addictive. And I’m not immune. Which I think is oddly funny as
I’ll need to socially media my ass off over the upcoming weeks as I’m plugging
my book.
My editor told my yesterday that it is time to start working
on publicity for my book release because April 15th is going to be here before
I know it. Now social media is going to be a driving force behind that and I
have a pre-existing, if modest, presence on Twitter and Facebook, and my blog;
that is a good start. But I also have to consider reaching out to reviewers,
media outlets and other bloggers. Okay, now we’ve entered the realm of Becky’s
own personal hell. I’m terrified of clowns, heights and public humiliation [I
toss public speaking in with public humiliation since it’s a cause & effect
thing for me].
If I must choose a fear to overcome, I guess I should face
the one that is relevant to my current situation. As I don’t see any clowns
nearby [thank God] and I’m not staring down any life or death situations that
would require scaling a tall building or crossing a ridiculously rickety
bridge, publicity it is. This is good. I feel good. I’ve made a mature,
responsible decision that benefits the pursuit of my dream and I’m going to
confront a childish phobia of rejection and humiliation in the process.
If anyone is looking for me, I’ll be hiding in the corner.
Thanks and have a great day.
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