Yesterday I joined LinkedIn, because I’m all professional and stuff. Never mind that I don’t change out of my pajamas until well after lunch, and make-up is nowhere in the equation. I’ve been social networking my ass off this week. I now have a third email account to monitor, and five randy Italian men asking me what I’m wearing (blue flannel with pink flamingos). Mission accomplished.
The point of LinkedIn seems to be to have the most friends, associates, colleagues and other. This is so that you’ll have lots of spokes on your little icon of a wheel. I’ve spent months trying to build up enough followers on Twitter so I don’t look like a social deviant, totally ignoring my Facebook account, and only occasionally joining in on the discussions in my Writers Digest Community groups. Shout out to my peeps and tweeps.
I’ve met some amazing people, and really value the friends I’ve made online. In fact, social networking would be fun if it didn’t feel like working a second job stocking shelves at Wal-Mart. Let’s be honest, people. It’s just that sense that you have to do it in order to promote yourself that turns it into a chore.
I’m supposed to be developing associations with like-minded (old) people, but I’m drawn almost exclusively to other writers. I understand the struggles they’re going through to get recognition for their work. I’ll be starting a new group for humor writers today on LinkedIn, cleverly called Humor Writers. I encourage all my writer friends to look it up and join, so I don’t look like a total loser. I mean, so they can share their common experiences, support one another, and learn more about publishing, promotion, and marketing.
If you just happen to want me to be one of your connections, just look up Karla Telega, (I’m not using an alias) and I’d be happy to be another spoke in your wheel. Amorous Italian men need not apply.