Facebook – Does it work? Are there authors who don’t have a Facebook fan page? Not sure that I get a
lot of sales through this forum, but I must tell you, it is a great way to keep
in touch with others. Just wish I had more time to spend there.
p.s. if you want to like me here…please…please do!!
truth about Facebook
can I say that hasn’t already been said about this phenomenon? It is what it is! A way to find old friends, a way to stay in touch with new ones
and a way to track what your kids are up to….!?? (wink!) As
for an author who has several things to do every minute of the day trying to
produce the next bestseller, spending time playing on facebook seems just…
love to go there and like and comment on other’s posts, get caught up in what
is happening in my friend’s lives, but whenever I do so, I know I should be
writing and the guilt builds. So many other things seem to take priority. But maybe I’m the idiot who’s passing up the best way to let readers know about my great stories…..what do I know? I must also mention that there are two pages attached to Facebook. The Fan page and the regular page. All the action seems to be happening on the regular one, but of course that’s where the bulk of people have friended me since the beginning.
once in a while, I do post information. But it’s almost always about the
job…about a new blog, or a colleague’s book, or my own. Then I feel like a jerk
because I’m using this media solely for promo stuff and not to be linking up
with friends and touching them.
asked my husband (who has never used facebook) about his views. He had two things to say.
People don’t want to be left out. – How
accurate is that? Personally, I know many friends who can’t stand to miss
anything that might have been written while they were away from the computer.
It’s a bit sad in a way. Even worse, they worry that they don’t have as many
friends or post as many photos or have as much to say as others.
then added that he thought it was an “I” thing. That rang true for
me…and maybe it’s why I don’t tend to get on there as much as I could. Because
whenever I do, it’s all about me – my books and my career. If I can’t interact
properly with family and friends, pay attention to their lives, then I feel
sort of bad about slapping my advertising in front of them all the time…so I
having blathered on about my feelings, I must also add a truth here that should
embarrass me to admit. I’ve never really understood Facebook and how it truly
works. I know there are stats a person can follow up on, ways to advertise,
groups we can follow, and a whole lot more, but I’ve never had the time or
energy to try and learn how this all works. In fact, I’d sincerely welcome
anyone who reads this blog to contact me at email@example.com
and offer to write a post about Facebook for me to put here on Believe! In this
way I could follow up on my lack of knowledge and so could my followers.
and cranky, Tyler knocked his unique rap. She rose slowly from her prone
position on the sofa, went to open the door, and leaned on it.
He started talking before she could say a word. “Hi! Long time no see! I got
your call, but you’d left already when I tried to return it. Baby doll, you
look like someone who’s been working way too hard.”
she smiled thankfully. Her old buddy stood there. “It has gone way past working
hard. We’re moving into unmitigated insanity around the office. I’ve wanted to
stop by and visit, but every night as I get home, all I can think of is my
haven’t seen him since the first time we went out, and I won’t be seeing him
again. Appears he has the knack of picking out naïve idiots and misusing them.
I thought he was special. Funny, my memories of our date are blurred, sorta
mixed up, but they make me feel so… Oh, I don’t know!” She shuddered, a
movement both visible and telling. “Goes to show you, my judgment of men is
flawed—or should we say nonexistent.” She sighed long and deep, then scrunched
her face as she grinned at him. “Oh, well, at least I have you.”
chest and laughed. An uproarious laugh that seemed disproportionate to the
humor of her comment. But then, what the hell did she know about the strange
labyrinth of a man’s mind?
then she asked, “Did you need me for anything beside entertaining you? ’Cause
if not, I’m for a hot bath and my bed.”
but you do have to eat, and I have Lea waiting in my apartment downstairs. I’ve
promised her a pizza at Dominic’s. She said she’s been trying to reach you.
Seems she’s ready to open up about what’s been going on in her life. We can’t
let this opportunity pass.”
Which reminds me, I’ve got to tell you about what’s been happened lately.
Another corporation’s been buying up Montaro’s shares. Everyone says it’s a takeover.
We haven’t seen the new CEO who owns the big conglomerate, but he’s due to
arrive any day now. The office is in a huge turmoil. Everyone’s panicking about
their jobs and their future with the company.”
of turning out. This new company will be keeping on the key people for a while
at least, won’t they?”
being called only Anna for so long. She liked it. “I guess so. I’m more worried
about Hugo, my boss. His wife showed up after being missing for four years, and
she stuck around for a week or so and then took off again. He’s been frantic,
trying to find her. He looks like hell. And now he has this mess at the office
to contend with. The poor man is a basket case.”
visit with Lea. Maybe we can find an hour to talk later, and you can tell me
all about the craziness in your life then.”
exhausted. I wasn’t planning to eat a big meal. Eggs and toast, a bath, and
eight full hours of sleep are what I need.” She watched his face close down,
affability instantly erased. The disappointment—and, yes, disapproval—was
clear. He turned away.
bitch of a day.
them. Besides, I need to see Lea and make sure she’s okay. And my heart needs
to be with Tyler.
her conscience. Anxiety for the troubled teen replaced lethargy. She couldn’t
change it anymore than she could change the happy glow of anticipation that
came with the thought of spending an evening with her best buddy once again.
quick shower and throw on some jeans, and I’ll join you.” She knew her voice
conveyed the enthusiasm she couldn’t hide.
He stopped and took a few seconds before turning back to face her, but
when he did the friendliness had reappeared. “Take ten. Trust me, Little Bit,
any amount of time I have to wait for you is time well spent.” His wink made
her laugh, and his petting fingers on her cheek made her heart quicken like an
idling motor getting more gas.