For a while, I've been afraid of blogging. I'll come back to why in a moment, but first, a moment of self reflection.
Over this past week, I've noticed a subtle shift in my thoughts and emotions with regards to communicating in a public space. Suddenly there are ideas for blog posts, and topics for debate, and questions, so many questions circulating through my brain. Topics I would have shied away from in the past now have me thinking, "Yeah, I'd like to write about that."
Overall I'd say I'm feeling a wee bit bolder.
A couple of months ago, I deleted a particular blog post from my archive. It wasn't an earth quaking post created in hopes of shaking traditional publishing off its high horse and onto its delicate knees, it was a simple post, from two years ago, about my summer.
And it was a post that had a high rate of incoming traffic from New York.
This is the place where we pull back the curtain and take a peek at Becky's sometimes paranoid mind.
This post was titled something like: Why you should be forcing yourself to write, and it detailed all the many ways I had been wasting precious time that summer not writing and being as productive as I possibly could. It was one of my more popular posts, probably because so many other writers could relate, and thus, it popped up pretty high on the results page if someone, say from New York, happened to Google: Rebecca Taylor Writer.
Here was my paranoia: What if all those New York hits were actually editors checking me out. AND, what if that blog post, that makes me sound like I lie around a pool all day watching Netflix and drinking wine, was my only shot at nailing that precious first impression and I was basically screwing myself by trying to be flip and funny while referencing some of my many, highly human flaws?
Basically my fear was this, what if editors were reading that post and then deciding, "Ugh, I'm not going to be able to count on her to produce on a deadline because, look, she says right here, on her own blog, she procrastinated. No thanks--Reject." **see below
Paranoid much Becky? Maybe.
Because here's the thing, editors and agents DO check you out online if they're interested in working with you. And if you have anything, ANYTHING, up that makes you seem like you might be even potentially flaky, chances are they're not going to want to take a chance on you. Especially if they were on the fence about your work to begin with!
So, being afraid I was making a hugely wrong impression by trying to be honest and funny and relatable--I took the post down. Because, at the time, I wanted to be a traditionally published author more than I wanted to be myself.
Yes--I know it's sad.
The result of all that muddy, worried thinking was that I became hugely terrified of blogging about almost anything. What would THEY think should THEY come looking? What opinions about me would they form? How could I strike the perfect balance of professional, hard working, and reliable? Maybe I should post something positive about one of the big YA pros? What hasn't yet been said about John Green? Should I be deferential? More book reviews? Interviews with other authors? What would let an editor know without a doubt that I'm IN IT?
What about a picture of me in a gray Calvin Klein skirt suit sitting in a cubicle with my hands glued to a keyboard?
I pressured myself so much I didn't end up blogging about anything, which I rationalized as being okay because everyone reads Tumblr now and I sort of hate Tumblr and thus I have already lost this social media race anyway and blah, blah, blah.
The truth is, I quite enjoy blogging--when I give myself permission to say whatever I feel like saying.
So the unexpected side effect of getting off the Yellow Bricked Road of Sadness, is that I feel bolder. Suddenly, I'm not at all worried about someone looking over my shoulder and making a snap judgement about who I am as a writer, a person, or a potential "stabled author" because of thoughts and opinions I decided to share. Because I'm no longer trying to get there, I don't care about how my opinions may or may not be impacting my admission into the Land of Publishing Oz.
It's like Dorthy has stepped off the path, yanked a monkey out of the air, and decided to ride the winged beast all the way back to Kansas on her own. After all, as all storytellers know, Dorthy never really needed to get to Oz in the first place, she already had everything she ever needed, right there at home.
**To be clear, I'm not implying the reason I was never able to publish with a traditional publisher had anything much to do with my blog--the reasons have much more to do with my work, timing, the market, and personal tastes than my social media presence. (or lack thereof)