Lately I’ve been cranking out fiction like nobody’s business. I’m flying towards the end of the first draft of the final book in the Pegasus Project trilogy, averaging 1500 words a day. I’m polishing and editing The Teardrop Game for publication later this year. I also have an entirely separate project that has me producing 5000 words per weekend.
and yet, I feel behind
Why? Because I haven’t been blogging, and I haven’t been tweeting. I, in fact, would go so far as to say I am suffering from tweeter’s block and blogger’s block, even though I never once (in all the time it took me to write my first million words) diagnosed myself with writer’s block.
so what’s going on?
To put it simply, I’m over-thinking. Every time I sit down to compose a blog post or write a tweet, I find myself asking, “Is this relevant to my target audience? Does it tie in well with my novels’ themes? Is this the best time of day to tweet/post? Have I tweeted/posted something too similar to this lately? Is this useful? Am I helping my readers by posting this? Am I providing something of value?”
Invariably, I answer one of these questions with the yes/no/maybe that makes me think I should not post what I have just written.
enter social media paralysis – aka tweeter’s block
I don’t tweet/post the thing I was thinking about tweeting/posting. And I can’t think of anything better to post either, so my silence on the interwebs persists. As it lengthens, I feel an enhanced need to break it while also feeling an increased pressure to make sure what I do say, when I finally say something, is worth saying.
I feel this even though I know that no one has noticed my silence.
So I stare at the empty twitter compose box for a while, then wander away from my computer. I go into the kitchen. I gaze out the window and watch the squirrels in the yard while I heat up some leftover coffee.
I go back to writing my fiction.