I never factored in the octopus that is the writing industry. It's not a natural octopus either for its arms are not a stable eight but an unstable labyrinth of mutating possibilities. Promotion alone could make an author lose sleep at night and that's not thinking about it but actually doing it - being online, addressing one more possibility, one more potential reader connection. And that's where the octopus starts to mutate.
It's a full-time job some days juggling all those balls. For those who have made it - there's assistants. For the rest of us, there's those wonderful people who volunteer and just quietly step in and fill a role. When it comes to my blog I count on one person. She's my self-appointed canary. And she was singing pretty loudly the other day when she e-mailed me not once but three times and that's before I had even responded to the first e-mail with the news that my blog was not opening properly in her browser. Not news I wanted to hear on that day but definitely news I needed to hear, and quickly.
Like a canary in a coal mine, sometimes we just need a friendly voice rerouting before we hit a derailment.
Ryshia
www.ryshiakennie.com
4 comments:
"Tweet. tweet"!
(That means "you're welcome"!)
No tweet necessary! Thank you!!
Give that little canary some extra seed! we all need a little help from time to time....glad all is well now! Lisa McManus Lange
Lisa - couldn't agree with you more.
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