Or, at the very least, I have caught up to those of my generation.
For years, I avoided social media. I didn’t care to know all of those trivial things that my peers were posting (granted, I was thirteen at the time, when everything was trivial). There was no real point to me having social media. It didn’t matter to me whether or not people from school were my “friends” or “followers”. I hardly bothered to interact with them in person. I doubted digital interaction would be an improvement.
So, for many years, I disdained social media. I really, honestly, didn’t care. There wasn’t anything that I could see that I was missing out on. I was perfectly happy.
I wrote novels, I walked, I made things, I did my school work, I had friends, and I had no reason to bother with social media.
Then, I decided that I wanted to be an independent author. I wanted to make that my career and my life. I did my research and discovered that being successful at Indie Authorship, I was going to have to join social media. I fought against it. Raged against it (very quietly, actually, since I live in a building with other people). And then, I gave in.
Turns out, there was a whole lot that I was missing.
Most of it was connecting with other like-minded people in the various #writingcommunities that are out there on Instagram, Twitter, Facebook and so on. There are so many lovely people out there who are making a go of things just as I am. They are funny and quirky and creative and make me smile.
So, yeah, I’m part of the social media generation, now. I just started my Facebook page. I now do weekly YouTube videos. I talk to people on Twitter and I post to Instagram. And I really enjoy the connections that I have found.
Those connections are with some of the most supportive people I have ever known.
It was worth it.
Oh, and it does help with marketing.