No, I’m not talking about my cleanse, but I have sort of fallen off that wagon. Sort of. Well, yeah, I did, but that’s a topic for another day.
What I’m talking about is social media. When I get into the throes of life, sometimes I seem to fall off social media. My blog, my Twitter account, Facebook, they all suffer. Sure, I cruise Facebook a little and stalk you people. But engaging in conversations, actually letting you know my presence is there, ah, I’m just not feeling it right now. Not that I don’t love you or that I don’t want to talk to you, but sometimes I just like to linger in the background. Stalk if you will.
See, every few weeks, my mind races with all of the things I need to do. Like make sure big brother isn’t trying to sit on little brother, helping the husband get his drone off the roof, or figuring out how my bad guy is going to hurt my good guy in my next novel. I walk around and think of new ways my characters can hurt each other frequently. And, after typing that, I sound a little crazy, and you might be thankful I’m not speaking to you on Facebook right now. I can see you do the Olaf whisper to your friends. *You run, and I’ll stay and distract her. Save yourself!*
In all honesty, when I fall off social media, it’s because I’m on a deadline. A very big, massive deadline, either with a work in progress, or a work about to be published. I’m happy to say this years Christmas story is almost wrapped, and as soon as it’s over, I’ll be working very diligently to produce two more books for next year, but with the hopes of 4. See, I’m a busy lady. Not crazy, not really. Well, not completely.
Have a great weekend y’all!