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?

Fate or Self Decision


Ever wonder about fate?  Things destined to happen that are not under your control?  (i’m not a superstitious person by the way, nor believe or deny anything I write about).

If we are going the old ways that some might practice to this day, we could be talking about the Greek Moirai (of course Roman too, but that’s a different tale). Slavic mythology has something similar, as are the Norns of Norse mythology.  We could go on forever.  But I will give the basics a go from Greek since that’s my favorite, although Norse is trailing behind ever so close.

Clotho(spinner of the thread of life), Lachesis (measured the string of life), and Atropos (the one who cut the thread of life).

What does all this mean?  This means to me, that since the early days of time people believed in fate.  That their path was set out for them and there was a reason for each choice they made, every good thing that happened, and every horrid thing that seemed to befell them. So the big question here, are you a believer in fate or that you truly make your own decisions?  If fate is your thing, then you must believe there is a certainly a destiny that falls for your reason for continuing on, even in these tough times.  If you are not, then you try to figure out when its time to change things on your own, whether you get off the bus, grab that brass ring, or go along for the ride.

I think there is something in between, but all in all our past shapes up into who we are, good or bad. When is enough truly enough?  How far do we let it go?  When do we say that enough is enough, or when is that breaking point.  How toxic are the things in your life that you can’t seem to shake (people, jobs, vices, etc)?

All those who know me, or wish to know parts of me, know that I grew up with a not-so-happy childhood.  It could be why I delved into so many books and began writing myself.  A great way to escape.  The night terrors alone brought forth waking in sweat but sometimes wonderful ideas.  Each event is a possibility of an emotion that can be added to my writing, although timing is the key on that one.  After childhood, I grew to an adult with some very crappy things that went on I know of one fellow friend who has gone through more than me and she is a trooper; I look up to her, truly and I love all that she is.  My life story could easily be a novel in itself but I don’t think I could muster up enough courage to do so and who would want to read a memoir anyway? I got vampires to deal with.   To this very moment there are good days and bad days.  The ones that make you want to smile and greet the warm sunshine or cry depressingly in bed not to be disturbed.  Then there is pissed off.  Those are the moments I feel like the Hulk and smash everyone and everything in my way.  Stress.  Oh goodness that S word.  We all deal with that; some better than others.  I fall in the middle.  Emotions, empathy, and the heart are strong things that can make life one of the three above (happy, sad, or mad).

Life stress is the worst.  Yes, I’m not downplaying the writing/working, especially those of us who KNOW IT IS NOT JUST A HOBBY (as some seem to say to us when we tell them what we do for a living, no matter how meager the earnings are possible).  Stubbornness doesn’t help the stress, but when one is determined and not ready to give up what is one supposed to do?  Giving up is not an option.  Eradicating the obstacles in the way is plausible but hard to do without going so far as ruining a good thing.  So that leads to being stuck.  Good days, bad days, many, many frustrating/pissed off days.

This leads back to the fates.  Do they exist?  Have they carved this out for us?  Do we choose our own path?  Does fate determine that a person has been knocked and beaten down so many times they feel their fate is to attempt to go with the lesser of the evils to keep a hold of the things that matter to them most. no matter how miserable they are?  There you are sitting on the sidelines, watching frustrated and ever so empathetic, not able to do a thing.

I will finish with the great poem The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost (who in actuality was meaning that no matter what a person chooses they end up in the same place anyway).


The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

As I lay here on my bed attempting to recover from a meltdown I can’t help but be grateful for the other bloggers that have appeared in my life especially one Who made me smile with her intriguing interview she posted.
This is actually the first big meltdown I have had in a while which is pretty darn good. There have been mini ones, but….well authors and even bloggers alike seem to have that stress gene.
All of this reminds a person of one huge thing: we are human. Humans can only handle so much pressure or stress their bodies and minds can handle. There has to be a give and take or the body and mind will laugh and flip you off from the inside all the while daring you to take that last step. Reaction? Well that’s Always the surprise.
so I suppose I should say that that little kink plus evweyrhing on my plate has taken a toll and I call done for the day. Its already going to be a long two weeks as it Is