I feel like I’ve been cheating on my blog with Facebook. I want to apologize.
It’s just so easy to write a one-sentence message and send it out. With the blog, I feel a need to revise and shape a few paragraphs into something you might find worth reading.
The other Facebook temptation is the response from “friends,” which is also effortless and thus much more plentiful and immediate. (It’s all about instant gratification, isn’t it?)
Today, I posted something that I thought was pretty mundane along the lines of: “Off to the library to work on a new book and I don’t know quite where I’m going.”
A few responses were kind and supportive, along the lines of, “You go girl,” and “I have faith in you.”
But there were several posts with suggestions of what I could or even should write next. I’m not sure why this drives me so crazy but it does. I wasn’t shopping for an idea. Honest. That’s not how novels are born — not mine anyway.
I’ve learned my lesson. I’m going to limit my Facebook comments to the weather, food, and current events and save the more “serious” musings for you guys. Whoever you are. Wherever you are.