Has marketing through social media turned this Gen X’er into a Millennial?

That’s what the survey says!  Honest.  Pew Research Center has a quiz that says:

“Take our 14 item quiz and we’ll tell you how “Millennial” you are, on a scale from 0 to 100, by comparing your answers with those of respondents to a scientific nationwide survey. You can also find out how you stack up against others your age.”

The article that goes along with it is here that says a little, but I’m sure you’ll just scroll down to scratch your head as to why the scores matter and so forth.  You can’t say I didn’t offer though.  It really attempts to explain the importance of things in our lives by generations.

So for funsies I plugged ahead.  We’ll just say that I turned out to be a Millennial.  A very high Millennial.  I’m not about to go about saying that score because I’m not sure how I want to take that answer.  You see, I’m a Gen X’er.  That’s what I’m labelled.  I’m closer to the end of it, so maybe that’s why I’m a little different.  I think it’s great for the attitude that I carry around to NOT act my age.  Sometimes this lady right here can be the youngest most animated person in the room rushing about like superman on speed.  Other times I’m like that old lady in the comic who is crabby and complains about everything especially her aching bones to just sour apple attitude.  So why am I a little off kilter about being called a Millennial?  I’m not hating, I’m really not; I cringe as the assumption on X’ers too.  I wish there was something that was called the OTHER generation.  You know, the ones who use technology, but don’t twitch too bad if you don’t use it (okay I do a little, but I need my coffee first so that could be where the twitch comes from).  I’m also looking forward in life and have a strong empathetic feel for people and humanity is quite important to me.  Pretty funny considering the first chapter of my first published book sticks humans as slaves or cattle, right?

Okay, so maybe I’m babbling and making no sense; it wouldn’t be the first time.  I think I know a little reason why my answer, and “age” happens to be skewed.  Marketing.  Social Media.  Remember all my issues trying to get the formula right about how to get my information, and my book, out to as many people as possible?  I did everything I was told to do and BOOM I had so many things online that exposed me as an author that I didn’t (and still don’t) know how to utilize them.  So I still slave away scratching my head trying to figure it out which means I’m spending a lot more time doing exactly what my scores revealed for me.  I blog, I tweet, I have an author page for Facebook, Goodreads, and Amazon that goes with my book Rise of a Queen that is on sale in all Amazon countries that carry Kindle, (a few links: US, UK, CA).  I even have the physical book. I have an about.me page (one of the first things I did that I will more than likely have to update) which I have no clue what to do with unless its something like a virtual business card.  Oh I have a Google+ but guess what?  Its bone dry and I’m figuring that out.  I interact with other bloggers, message boards, actual people, all the things I need to do marketing.  The thing is that most of it is online.  Why?  Because that’s where the people are.  I can’t camp outside bookstores screaming to read my book for a few reasons. The main one is it’s an e-book.  Can you imagine a nice little sign I carry saying buy my book…..but not here you have to go online instead of this nice bookstore I’m in front of.  The second reason is that it’s NOT in bookstores because B&N is a turd and it’s easier to do taxes than to get your physical copy there and the local bookstore is dwindling to an almost fearful drip of death.  There are used bookstores, but hardly any real ones.  You know the kind, it wasn’t too long people frequented themselves scanning the shelves for the newest treasure.  They didn’t go in for books that were on the best seller list; they went in for a book to read that interested them and it didn’t matter when it was written or by whom.  

This brings us back to online.  Oh the ever loving yet hated internet.  Digital is everywhere and sometimes surrounds a person in their sleep.  Plugging things here and there to remind people that yes, you really do exist and that you did something that you wanted to share with them.  It doesn’t put a hole in ones pocket and is quite painless, except that is seems like a full time job.  I’ve attempted backing away but how can I?  It honestly played with my sales at that point.  As we all know I’m not planning on being super rich, heck the reality is that I hope to have enough money to put back into each book I work on.  The tough part when doing all the marketing I have to keep up?  NOT WRITING.  I had spent so much time working on the business end that my creative one seemed to suffer.  I actually am quite thankful I’m not one to sit in front of the computer writing things down first thing.  I feel more comfortable with paper and pen, even more so.  I have to make sure I don’t have a wifi signal or connection to be able to get things done or the endless cycle happens once more.  The joys of being an Indie author I know.  I’m not ashamed to call myself that.  I’m proud.  I honestly look at the traditional publishing world and shake in fear of how much control I wouldn’t have.  In the same breath I mutter how I wish things could be easier on the promoting and marketing end.  I know some authors who spend a lot of time and money (which I do not have much of the latter) to get their work out there.  For most of them they are successful.  They have done this rodeo before.  I had nobody to guide me.  I have no idea about conventions and the like.  They do.  I applaud them.  I want to learn from them, but it takes time……..and technology.  *sigh*

So, back to the original reason I started this post before veering off into a jumbled mess from my brain to the page; I’m labeled younger when I’m older yet the reason for that specifically is sucking the life out of me because of my struggles to keep up and not fall behind.  I’m going to create an OTHER generation category where I feel more comfortable.  Anybody else with me?

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What is is called when it’s not a full on writer’s block?

I know, it’s an odd question.  I don’t have writer’s block, I do write some.  I do a lot of research for historical or mythological accuracy and how much I can veer after I got a wee bit of a suggestion from someone (who will get credit if it comes to fruit) and I’m going to see how I can incorporate it.  I write TONS of notes to come back to later.  Actual paragraph’s and pages that mix well together? We’re getting a tad dry.  So what would a person call this?  Writer’s bump? Is there even a word for it?  I know EXACTLY what I want written.  I know what I want written for the next two books.  The pages should be full at this point, so why aren’t they?  That is a pretty darn good question.  

We will say my weekend was a bit distracting, which was a great thing especially engulfing the promotional, exciting, new, and a lot more.  It was the fun kind of promotion.  Maybe the marketing is really hurting things with my writing, although I’m trying my hardest to keep things separate.  It could be that with my research and ideas are spanning back and forth between the both books to make sure of correct information.   Whatever the reason, it is now leading to frustration and I really want to get the next book out.  For those who enjoyed the first would love to know what has come to fruit.  Maybe it’s why I’m not blogging as much; although I doubt it. 

I love my WordPress folks and my other followers and friends.  I would LOVE insight, or how they remedy the situation or if I’m headed in the wrong direction.  Let’s keep me on track here.  So I can go back to commenting, loving, and possibly harrassing my WP folk (I’m calling you out Ionia 😉 .  Honestly though, you can check Ioniamartin at readfulthings.  While you’re checking out some of my other good folks Pat Fitzhugh, teller of southern ghost tales, and Charles Yallowitz with his lovely take on fantasy + 

No matter what though, let’s get this train back on its tracks, summer is coming soon….although I prefer the saying “Winter is Coming”.

Am I a Blogger or an author?

It seems I have morphed into two separate people.  My blog, oddly, has very little to do with my writing. At this point it seems almost like a little extra something here and there.  I don’t blog constantly and oh I wish I could, but there is only so much I can talk about isn’t there?  Yay I get my work out, yay one thing or another. Those come on occasion.

But what really happens when I blog? Usually its at an odd hour of the night because I have this odd thing about staying up way past my bedtime. When I do it is out of curiosity or frustration or just downright head-scratching.

So here’s the thing, I have come to love both in one way or another, but I am certain someone could do a better job than I.  I started off trying to get things off the ground, like many early writers do I went to the *gasp* internet. I swear it was not around when I needed it way back when. It says do this, then that, and before doing another thing don’t forget to one and carry the two and….math and technology. Bloody hell. “Set up a blog” they say. Sure I did that. But it is supposed to be attached to my author page? Or should it BE my author page? No matter what it meant I’ve done it now and I can only cross my fingers it is somewhat easy to navigate. I like easy. Easy is great. No fuss, no muss.

Marketing, yes that’s what it was supposed to be for. I remember now. How good a job am I doing at marketing when I’m just rambling around like someone who’s had one too many a drink and ready to break out the Irish drinking songs.  Now it doesn’t seem to matter. I think I’m getting a fit, even if it’s not my original intent I like reading blogs, I like rambling. The dog and cat only listen so much and we won’t even talk about anybody else for fear of the look of death.

Taking The physical leap and put the book in print

I swore up and down that this would be an e-book done by myself.  All the blood, sweat, tears, glasses of wind, I didn’t think I was ready.  Now look me.  I am doing exactly different of my intentions.  Let me tell you why, first off.  I have had numerous requests for a physical book, because in all honesty what smells better than a new book?  No, this won’t be in bookstores yet, and I refuse to fill my garage filled with massive vanity published things.  I’m quite aware of how tough things are, especially in this economy, the marketing sucks.  I’m not sure how else to say that.  But for the who are interested in a physical copy will enjoy an addition to their bookshelf  or doorstop  whichever works for that person, right? I may run a promotion soon enough, we’ll see how things go when all this is said and done.  Cross fingers and make your decision, electronic or physical. Price over substance   I know that is a tough call.  More on this later.

Gonna get a little personal up in here now.

All this talk of me being drug down into the dirt fighting off the social flies has got me tired. So, I’m going to turn the pages…..just a tad.

I’ve obviously come to love throwing this out there. I do promise you will never get a political or religious rant out of be because that’s not who I am.

So here’s ya go: A look inside a somewhat un-psychotic writer of Dark Fantasy. Is that even possible? We will see.  You be the judge.

So here it is.  I’m new to the game. Brand spanking baby on the bottom in the delivery room new.  I’m getting a little guidance on the way, and obviously still trying to fumble through the mass amounts of information that gets thrown in my way.  Do this, don’t do that, blah blah blah blah blah. Honestly I just want to tell you about my book, why I think you will like it and why you would want to buy it.  Its a stand alone, even though its in a series.  It is a span of time, so no cliffhangers.

Oh yeah. Me :D:D:D:D

I was born in Oxford, US to two military parents. We moved around a lot, they divorced. Drama, drama,drama, blah blah blah. Honestly I don’t talk about me much. I have the gift of gab but most of it really doesn’t amount to anything persona.  As you have made the assumption by my simple profile picture, I walk to the beat of a different drummer. I buck the system of the world and go wild and crazy with my hair choices and a hidden nose ring up in there somewhere. yep, I’m pierced. Not where all the girls do because the regret of a naval ring exploding during pregnancy (not to mention that tattoo) omg its horendous.  

As mentioned before I love books, music, movies and video games.  I mentioned my books, the music matters only if it is the disturbance of country making my ears bleed.  Sorry, thats the way it goes.  But people love me anyway.  I’m told I’m the life of the party, well that is to be determined because I don’t get to do that too much.  I spend a lot of time being a recluse between writing and killing alien species on another planet (Dead Space 3 rocks by the way) or straight up zombie boobs.  I’m exploring some retro games as we speak also.  I love horror movies, especially if thy don’t come with a plot I can easily figure out.  Maybe its the life of a writer, always trying to figure out the twists and turns.

My goal is not to be a famous writer, I’ve come to that conclusion.  But I do want people to enjoy what I have written to share.  My ultimate goal is for the reader to see what I saw, felt what I felt, live every moment as I did through the pages turning in my mind and into the crazy PC format I am disliking each and every day.

Actually my current goal is to help pay bills. Simple.  My step up goal is to meet up with friends I haven’t seen in 21 years (Junior high, overseas so don’t get your knickers twisted).  I know its not much to ask but plane tickets are expensive as hell, you know?  Kindle is obviously sticking the indie’s in the back, I had to help navigate a friend to the one in the UK and it completely different.  It seems as though you have to put The Vampire Realm with it.  Crazy. And my genre’s aren’t what I wanted but its what they offered, so meh.  I’m watching the clock as I’m waiting for distribution to the other big chains.  At that point I’m hoping I will get a little more notice.  But people, if you would like to point me in the right direction or lead me somewhere, then by all means get it.  Even message me if you can.  No biggie.  I’m real and I don’t bite…..not this time.

 

Why is blogging so important? Beats me

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).

I have animals, so what

Are And River rinally getting along