Alone Again, Naturally–Breaking Up with Social Media

Alone–E A Poe

From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

I’ve been visiting Twitter and Facebook less frequently, because, well, I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing there. I like to see pictures of my grand-nieces and -nephews. It gives me the illusion of “friends,” I suppose. I’m not saying anything new, I know. But I really don’t know 99% of the people on Facebook, and we’re friends because they write books they want me to buy. I know I’m supposed to network, but I’m no longer sure how to do that, or where. I used to be a member of Romance Divas, used to prowl boards and review sites, spent time I’d love to have back. Some nice folks, glad to have “met” some. Sorry to have wasted energy on flaps over this or that publishing scandal that everyone’s long since forgotten.

So it’s come to this. I’m alone again, thinking about what to write next, and wondering if what I’ve done wrong all along is to spend too much time talking about writing and too little time doing it. And how to change that. Because, of course, I’m writing this.

Social Media is here to stay. I’m not convinced that means I have to be part of it, even as a writer. Because I really don’t care if your Aunt Melda’s dog has fleas or want to be challenged to post a heartfelt tribute to the troops or I’m not a good American… And I’m very unlikely to buy your book. What do you think? Are you in for good, or are you having doubts?

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