When I first prepared Beneath a Sunless Sky for publication, I honestly thought that I was owed a living at this. I had been a voracious reader all of my life. I had sweat out books before. They weren’t as innovative as The Dome Trilogy. They weren’t as edgy. They didn’t scrape at my very soul when I created them.
The Dome Trilogy books are good. They’re damned good. I’m even going to be bold enough here and now to say, “I am one of the great undiscovered science fiction authors of the twenty-first century.”
I jumped in with both feet, and I’m stuck in a mud puddle.
Oh boy. I should have just worked on my NaNoWriMo book instead of hopping on Twitter yesterday. I embarrassed myself in front of someone I respect. The only upside I can see is that this person called me out on it and gave me an opportunity to learn.
So, I’m learning. I feel really tense about wanting to delete those tweets, if I even could delete them. I don’t think I will, because I need to learn from what I did. I definitely need to learn from what was tweeted to me about my bad attitude in certain situations. This person hasn’t unfollowed me yet, so I have an opportunity to show I am trying to learn to be a useful contributor to the Twitter community.
I have the chance to show I’m learning how to traverse social media gracefully and graciously.
I want to want to get that backstory up, but I’m lazy. The relaxation of playing a game . . . not relaxing. It was stressful, actually. I think I will go back to front in the series when I put the backstory together for the Soap Opera Series. This is frustrating at best. Meh. Moving on.