Maintaining an online presence doesn’t come naturally to me. By that, I mean that keeping my blog, website, email, Facebook, Twitter, and Google+ up to date is a task I find exhausting and difficult. Not to mention having anything to do with any of the many, many discussion forums I have joined over the years, a practice that I have all but given up as a lost cause.
I find online interactions rewarding and I’m constantly grateful to live in an age where technology allows me to reconnect with family and old friends, as well as providing a legitimate way to make new friendships. I’m afraid though, that my online socializing reflects the amount of socializing I get to do in the real world all too well, only on a far grander scale.
In the real world, when I get the rare opportunity to hang out with someone while I’m not working, writing, raising two boys, or spending time with my wife (sleeping counts as quality time, right?), I have to choose between dozens of people in my pool of friends and family. The reality of my online life is that during the course of my week, when I sit down to a computer, I am supposed to be:
A: working as a paralegal
B: writing fiction
It would be preposterous of me to pretend, when I am ostensibly doing one of these things, that I don’t occasionally peek at social media, look at pictures of things wrapped in bacon (usually as a result of peeking at social media), or play Torchlight 2.
When I get that chance to look at my social media feeds, I’m often utterly overwhelmed by the new information that gets uploaded by the minute. Maybe it’s a bit of an excuse to say I’ve been on social media less than a year and a half, but it’s still pretty daunting to me.
When the hierarchy of needs comes calling, things I want to do suffer unevenly and at different times. If you take a quick look at the two posts previous to this one, you can tell that my blog has suffered from this hierarchy of needs.
Other than the needs of work and family, the thing that has been eating most of my time is a new novel I’ve started. I wrote a novel a couple of years ago and then decided it was a glorious first attempt and I promptly trunked it to work on short stories for a while. Since January 1st, however, I’ve been back at the grindstone hard and I’ve already got 40k new words to show for it. Also, also, we joined the YMCA and really enjoying some healthy exercise.
In short, I’m still here, but busier than ever.