Sometimes, it feels as if there's a hand on my back trying to hurry me out the door...or push me under the bus. Where I'm hurrying to isn't quite clear.
Every time I boot up my computer, I'm accosted by something called Genius. Or maybe it's called Sync Up. They seem to be in with the same gang.
My Outlook appearance changed last week; this week it's Gmail. Always something to catch up on.
I'm not sure how to log into my LinkedIn account, what to do with Twitter, and my Face Book friends have long ago accepted that I'm a techno-dweeb. I'm lucky if my links come out right.
And then, there's my web page. Gads! I'm inundated by offers to
I understand writing is a profession. I remember how my dad would sit out on the porch at night and read through insurance journals, keeping up on industry trends. But really! This morning, I received no less than fifteen articles--all of them reputable--that ranged from writing nuts and bolts to marketing know-how. And it's only noon.
I go through my house on a regular basis, pulling items I haven't used to give them to charity. I simplify. Is there a way to simplify my writing life? To keep me from following the man with the lollipops down the dark alley? He keeps promising that this one trick will make my writing life easier.
|From Chitty Chitty Bang Bang by Warfield Productions|
How about you? Anyone else running into writer info overload? Have any tips to keep the rest of us sane?