Yesterday I attended the Dallas/Fort Worth chapter of ACFW for the first time.
Yesterday was a day of firsts for me. First time to attend the Dallas/Fort Worth chapter of ACFW. First time to drive into Arlington by myself. First time to get lost in Arlington. But of course I was going to get lost in Arlington. This is me we’re talking about. I get lost in Wal-Mart, for cryinig out loud.
Oh, and yesterday was the first time to walk into Chick fil A and decide I don’t want to eat at Chick fil A. Too crowded. But that’s beside the point.
Yesterday I attended my first writers meeting since moving to moving to Waxahachi back in December. It felt good to be back among writers, and I’m looking forward to making some friends. They look like a great group of people, and, since they have a new speaker ever month, I’m bound to learn something from them.
I definitely got to learn something this go round. They had Becky Wade come by and tell us about Taming the Social Media Beast. She told us about her experience with social media, and gave us tips for how to get the most out of Facebook, Pinterest, and Twitter. She made it sound easy, and I have to say, she almost convinced me join Twitter. Almost. She did, however, tell us about making your own pins for Pinterest, and that is something I want to learn. Eventually. After I dig up my notes from the black hole in my purse.
Which goes to show you that not only am I a little introverted and antisocial, I tend to put things off, too.
I don’t know if my social media skills will ever get me published. Honestly, I doubt it. My skills aren’t the best, and neither are my number of followers. Some days, I think I’m doing fine. Then I compare myself to other people and get depressed. It makes me want to hire someone to have them look at my stuff and tell me what I’m doing wrong.
Maybe some of Beck Wade’s tips will rub off on me.
I don’t know. If I ever do get published, it will be because of two things: one–the quality of my writing, and two–the goodness and grace of the Lord. Not the number of followers I have. But numbers can’t hurt.