The question keeps going through my mind, over and over again, why is blogging so important?  Do people really want to hear what I have to say? I would have to honestly say, if it were about my boring humdrum life working tooth and nail having one anxiety attack after another hoping, dreaming, wishing on that little star up in the sky hoping that its not just those magical unicorns lighting up the sky with their bleeps of….well bleeps.

And tweets?  Who to tweet with what and with whom…….To even get started?  As a regular person (ha at that one) I didn’t really fare too well with it except for the nice funny excerpts from a few celebrities or comedians that tickled my fancy, and even had a bad buddha telling his puns daily.

and the ever loving Facebook.  I have a love affair with Facebook.  I know, I know, its the devil. Facebook had everything they need to know about me down to the color of my underwear or if I decided to chance it with a hair-brush optional kind of day.  I remember going kicking and screaming from Myspace toward Facebook not understanding the mechanisms of it all because it was foreign.  Maybe it was foretelling that my technological insights were beginning to falter.  I check Myspace …..once a year to see if they finally shut me down.  I love it.  I love being able to interact with all the people I lost contact with so long ago.  It was much easier to find and the networking was there.  I found one friend then another, and another and didn’t have to worry about what they went by, as long as they allowed us to connect.  I don’t think I can give it up so freely, although there was a time when I was part of the angry mob trying to give Google + the benefit of the doubt because they had our best interests at heart and supposedly an interface that was much easier to handle.  All i can say is…..that didn’t last long.  Nobody came over and I wasn’t willing to lose touch with my friends to do so.  All I get now is spam “friend requests”.

And Vlogging? is this really necessary?  I mean I could but what would be the point? Who watches that?

Back to the question on why blogging is important.  I suppose it in itself isn’t to me.  I don’t have that many followers now, I do hope that changes once my book hits the e-shelf.  The answer to the question is the age of having everything at the fingertips quickly, to get as much knowledge about a person as they can and be reminded, constantly through tweets, FB messages, Blog posts, and all those other things (yes I do indulge in Pinterest. But I can’t get away from the humor and geek. It runs strong in me) or they seem to move onto the next thing. So to do all this is to put yourself out there among hundreds maybe millions of people hoping for one acknowledgement that you do in fact live and breath.

I’m aging, I admit it.  I’m not old, I don’t think. Oh gosh, now I’m going to have a lovely day of age anxiety that can be helped with a bottle of Mostcoto, I prefer Barefoot Moscoto, pink if you’re feeling the fall/winter sweet.  I can’t even say that I ever too blogging as something I would be interested to do.  Sure I love writing, It is what I have doing for ages, I really wrote my first story when I was in the 6th grade. I’m sure you imagine the squishyness if it all.  Budding romance and such…..screech…..not so fast there.  I wasn’t that kind of chick.  I hung out with the guys and told them they were my boyfriend and I can honestly say I was never the most popular girl in school.  No ugly duckling, just different.  I made it my own and I made it shine.

So why the problem with blogging?  Once again, who cares? Seriously who cares?  My interests have been noted, I can go into extensive detail among those things.  My interest is writing the story. A real story. I have so much out there that I could offer that I have worked my derier off *looks back* okay that one is figuratively.  I’ve worked so far to get this close always a setback.  I just want my book out there to the masses. I want my name know.  I most definitely know without a doubt I could never be a top selling off but I believe that I do have enough to draw people in.  I at least can guarantee it is not jut a one shot deal being its a trilogy, the 2nd almost in the middle, with a possibility of a prequal.  Another idea floating around for another book .I don’t plan on going anywhere.  maybe this is where blogging comes in.  You want to know that I am human.  That I am for sure.   And I will keep attempting to blog no matter how akard it might be because I am in deep hopes that networking will be the key. I scratch your back, you scratch mine.

If you are interested in the random Please oh Please visit my twitter, I’m over there and LIKE on my author page. I’m not begging, just soundly pushing in that diection.   Of course i can fill it up with character comment, discussions on thoughts, if this truly stays interactive. But lets work together.  For the sake of humanity. j/k on that last part. Validity would be nice.  NOW to show the awkwardness(self-marketing YAY) I am willing to put up here to maybe get someone to head over to my other site and even comment on this I am going to find something that would be of interest.  I like the thumbs up.  Don’t ask me why but I need to know there will be a true interest in what I have been working towards my whole life.  It may come down to I will remember who doesn’t support.  (catty eh?  Claws can get sharp)

How about a topic?

Bring me a topic, a question   I am willing to answer everything from what I take in my coffee to information about the character to give it away only to entice a person much more.

I am going to post a completely irrelevant picture to lighten the mood.  Yes I have furrlings….Ares (the dog and River the cat that we thought was a girl until the thermometer dropped a surprise, so River Song turned into River Phoenix quickly).

Are And River rinally getting along