I have been thinking lots about narcissism and
blogging and attention to one’s web site. Is that the very definition of
narcissism? Maybe.
Children’s books are a passion of mine, and I have been writing them for seven
years. My first one in a series of four, OnePelican at a Time, was published by Guardian Angel Publishing as were the
rest of the series. All of my books took much time, thought, critiquing from my
writer’s group and self-doubt right up to the end.
Never, though, during that process, did I run to the computer after having been
away for an hour to look for comments or pour over stats. This realization may
say something to, or perhaps, about me. Oops. There goes that narcissism word
again…
The shift from creative writing to blogging/web site production may carry with it the need to be more personal, more introspective, more in tune with one’s own psyche to convey who we are to our readers and, perhaps, to define our own worthiness to ourselves. And with that may come some narcissism by task default. I certainly hope that’s what it is.
The shift from creative writing to blogging/web site production may carry with it the need to be more personal, more introspective, more in tune with one’s own psyche to convey who we are to our readers and, perhaps, to define our own worthiness to ourselves. And with that may come some narcissism by task default. I certainly hope that’s what it is.
In the meantime, I’ll continue writing books for young people, consult with my
publisher, meet with my writing group, revise, edit, use my Thesaurus endlessly, and only occasionally be deeply introspective. That is, until it’s time to
write another entry for my blog. Oh, yes.
And even when it’s posted, I’ll pour over it from every angle, perhaps move a photo a centimeter or two, recheck links to be sure they’re working, read my witty words for the zillionth time and be, well, narcissistic.
Please excuse me now. I have to check my stats.
And even when it’s posted, I’ll pour over it from every angle, perhaps move a photo a centimeter or two, recheck links to be sure they’re working, read my witty words for the zillionth time and be, well, narcissistic.
Please excuse me now. I have to check my stats.