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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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3 thoughts on “Me, (again) thinking about character, in 2017

  1. You are not alone. Writing is, by nature, a lonely profession. I think I find better connections through blogging than social media, but that’s just me … maybe.

    And, as for self-doubt, welcome to the club! 🙂

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  2. I’m happy there is a club now. If we were writing in the pre-internet age it would have been even harder for us introverts to reach out to people. At least now we can make these connections on-line.
    Thank you for the comment, Debbi!

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  3. I for one an unashamedly happy being an isolated writer. I lost far too much writing time keeping people who are no longer in my life “happier” than myself. As long as I don’t end up like that guy in the library on Twilight Zone and have people to repair my glasses, I am good with the whole Zombie Apocalypse thing…anytime.

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