I’m working on the workshop I will be giving on Tuesday to a group of writers in the Seattle area. They asked me to speak and all I could think of was to talk about promotion because frankly it’s the only thing I know well, which is fairly sad.

It’s not like I actually enjoy selling myself, not at all. What happened to me though, in this process of reaching out to everyone I could during the American Title, was that I made friends, real ones, lots of them.

And because I’m so short on time, with kids, writing and personal issues, I’m forever feeling that I am neglecting my friends. I miss them. I miss the good discussion I had on MySpace about life, I miss learning new things from people everyday.

And this is what I’m trying to tell the writers next week, that if anyone is to start trying to promote their work online, just the premise of that is wrong.

Going online just to sell is useless and actually a bit sad. There are some real cool people out there and if we stop obsessing about trying to make more customers, if we can just pause and listen, we will realize that we may have been touched by someone in some way.

And we will get a whole lot more out the web, a lot more depth, then just hearing the echo of our own lonely voice.

Bright Blessings

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