Why Blog?

So you’re a writer, an aspiring author. You’re about to take the plunge into the publishing world, ready to start your dream as a publishing author. Doesn’t matter if you want the traditional route or not.

First step: research. Where do you even begin? You start through the massive databases of blogs, YouTube videos, and Twitter looking for that golden nugget of advice.

And what’s the one thing they all recommend? An author platform.
Cue the long stream of curses that made even my dog look at me funny.

Here’s the thing. If you’re anything like me, you struggle with social interaction. Not necessarily because you’re weird or have different interests from the rest of the boring population of the world, but because of a little something called social anxiety. Social media is incredibly hard for me. Why? Because it puts the spotlight on me. Sure, I have accounts on Instagram, Facebook, and Twitter. Even a LinkedIn. But do I use them? Rarely. Currently, Instagram is probably my most active account so I can force people to look at my dog. Then there’s Facebook, which I surface on twice a year to thank people for the Happy Birthday wishes and to let my family know I’m still alive when I’m abroad. And Twitter? I just use that to follow whatever fandom I’m currently addicted to.

Not the best author platform.

So here I am. I’m making this blog to reach out to other writers who may be like me. You have a story you believe whole-heartedly in that you can’t wait to share with the world. But there’s a tiny voice in the back of your head that’s holding you back. You just can’t pull the trigger on sharing it with anyone. What this is is me gradually building confidence in my writing by sharing my writing process and my WIP. This will also be a place for other writers deep in their shells to try and connect with other authors. Because I know how hard it is to get a hold of Critique Partners.

So, who am I? Well, my name is my business for now. But I’ll tell you a little about myself.

I’m twenty-three. I’m a Masters student in Public History. I work in a museum, working with artifacts and exhibits and all the exciting stuff that goes on in a museum (you’d be surprised). As an undergrad, I studied Anthropology and Classical Studies. I co-direct an archeaological site during the summers, teaching undergrads how to tell the difference between a piece of pottery and a rock (Hint: Look at the interior).

Exciting, right?

But why should you care? Well, if for whatever reason you’re interested in my WIP, my background was crucial to my writing. No, it’s not about an archaeologist thwarting grave robbers and looters all while screaming about how wrong Indiana Jones is (though that would be cool). No, the world I’ve built is a result of my studies. It is a result of my experiences. It is a result of my fears.

So now that I’ve rambled, I hope you’ll follow me on this journey. Engage with me a bit. Comment some. Or sit back and silently watch, much like I am tempted to do. What’s my current plan? Scream into the void at least three times a week. Hopefully.

We’ll see how tempting that rock I live under is.