This week I’ve been again thinking of character, but this time my own.
I’m an introvert basically. A man who just wants to end the day by closing the front door and being with his wife and baby.
The last thing I am is a social animal.
Okay, I do have a friends and I have a wife and baby, but I fear that whatever sociability I had has disappeared over time. That I’ve lost what ability I had to make new friends, new connections.
I’m really conscious though that both of these flaws may harm me in my attempt to make it as an indie author. As to gain readers it’s necessary for me to make connections with new people through Twitter or Facebook. Each of which I feel I lack the sociability gene to do properly.
It’s called social media, after all.
So, I’ve been thinking of my character and whether it’s the kind of character which makes a successful indie author. And in my best moments I gee myself up; and in my worst I crush myself down with self-doubt.
All I can hope is that if I keep working on this blog and on Facebook and Twitter, that I can find a way to connect with others like me. (As in a world of 7 billion there must be people like me, surely). That I can find a way to connect with the people who want to read my work and – despite my lack of social skills – somehow push through and succeed at not only a publishing career but making new friends.
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