I am officially burnt out on social media.
I've never been a social person, in the real world, so how I ever figured I could rock internet socialization is beyond me.I've gotten some decent numbers on Twitter.
My Facebook fanpage numbers are more dismal.
My Google + numbers are good, but I can barely figure out how to organize people into circles. I'm thinking of creating a circle for the barrage of heiroglyphic-like accounts that follow me for no apparent reason.
I'm a big hit in Bangalore, according to Google +.
My blog ... well, let's not talk about the sorry state of my blog.
Here's the thing: As much as I want to proudly wave the "I'm an author!!" banner 24/7/52/365/Infinity, I can't.
I have to spend time being a blue collar grunt. Which means I don't get a nice window of opportunity to sit online, promoting, promoting, promoting.
Of course, being the blue collar grunt doesn't provide money for me to hit up websites geared toward my writing genre(s) of choice, so I'm stuck. Can't advertise to the demographic. Can't share pretty banners. Can't do giveaways. My empty piggy bank is lying on the shelf, feet up in the air, because it too has given up.
The worst part is that I don't have the luxury of working a desk job, anymore. Which means I don't have opportunities to jump online during the work day to do a little socialization in the name of book selling. I also find myself wanting to throttle people who DO sit at work, tweeting and facebooking and bragging that they're writing when they should be working, because hi, I'd like the job you're taking for granted and abusing.
*ahem* Sorry. When you're a bad economy statistic, you don't really find it cute when other people broadcast their slacker ways and somehow get paid a hell of a lot more than you do.
Anywho, all this random whining leads up to this: My social media brain may be permanently broken. It feels impossible to get an audience. Mostly because to have an audience, you have to put on the show. And how are you supposed to do that when you have 2000 Twitter followers tweeting maniacally around you? I mean, I peek in at Twitter and shut down because the tweets are flying too fast and furiously to keep up.
Facebook is colder. You can't get a Like to save your life. But then again, it's the same story. You follow and hope to connect, but there's so much going on, you'd have to devote hours a day to trying to interact.
The numbers game, it's tiring. Follow me! Be my friend! Add me! Add me! Add me! Hello? Are you there? If you add me, I'll buy you something!
WHAT DO I GOTTA DO????????????
I mean, I stalk well. I read blogs. I read posts. But I don't want to just randomly click the like button to show I've breezed by. And I simply don't have much to say in response to the endless stream of inspirational quotes and political rah-rah-rah-ing.
I want to give up on social media like I've given up on men. The only thing keeping me holding on, sometimes, is the fact that at least with social media, I don't have to have awkward sex with any of my followers.
I wonder, is the burnout common? Cuz I have scorch marks on my butt right now.
And how the hell do you people make this crazy networking thing work for you? I can't seem to figure out the key, other than finding a cabin in the wilderness with an internet connection, and spending my entire day stalking people online.
(Naturally, I don't anticipate any response, because my lack of time to connect means nobody gives a rat's patootie that I've posted a blog.)
The only thing I can do, I guess is attempt a revamp. The lack of promo funds can't change, but somehow, I gotta start mapping out time to interact more. Get that digital you scratch my back, I'll scratch yours thing going.
So, if you are one of the five people peeking at this blog, thanks. Hopefully soon, I'll have a better schedule organized so I may have a shot at actually talking to you someday.
Oh yeah, add me. And buy my damn book! Or else I'll send out a snotty tweet about you. Eh, who am I kidding? No, I won't.
/random bitching and moaning