MONDAY MORNING STARTER: COMPLAINING?

Monday morning, like every morning of the week, starts with a quick look online to see what’s up in there, to see if anything sticks past the first scroll.

What stuck? Complaining.

My online peeps are disappointed in their engagement numbers. No one reads their posts.

And it hurts soooo bad.

First it’s one writer letting it out, their frustration, feelings of failure, wanting to quit.

In no time another joins in with even loftier complaints because they know they deserve better treatment from a faceless public.

I write blog posts on my blog, this one right here, boomerpdx, and post links and excerpts on Facebook and twitter.

Every day, years on end, with little results.

Do you hear me complain? Nooooo.

Do I want to whine and moan about online engagement? Nooooo.

Do I give a damn about a faceless public? Nooooo.

The posts I write are an answer to unasked questions:

What have I been up to?

How have I been feeling?

Where is my road headed?

 

My Fellow Unread Writers Remorse

Your undeserved engagement numbers don’t matter.

If scoreboard is your judgement of your work, and scoreboard don’t lie, well you know the rest.

You put in the time do the work, and yes, it’s work if any non-writers wonder what to call it.

Think of it like dog training.

A dog expends more energy concentrating on “sit, stay, come,” than it does on a walk of the same length of time.

Or, compare writing to watching TV. It takes more energy doing this.

I may fall asleep in front of the tv, which is always a treat for the photographers in the group, (hey Mandy,) but never have I crashed forward into my keyboard.

What time is it? Nap time? Lol.

No.

Put in the time, do the work with feeling, with emotion, and then step back.

Step back to make room for engagement.

Keep going. Back, back, back . . .

 

Experience Becoming Like Kurt Vonnegut

Kurt Vonnegut: “Practice any art, music, singing, dancing, acting, drawing, painting, sculpting, poetry, fiction, essays, reportage, no matter how well or badly, not to get money and fame, but to experience becoming, to find out what’s inside you, to make your soul grow.”

 

People complaining about their low social media engagement are showing what’s inside them?

Will bitching and moaning make your soul grow?

Before you post another whine-fest of poor, poor, pitiful me, er, you, remember this about your numbers: YOU’RE A WRITER, NOT AN ACCOUNTANT.

Build it and they will come? That’s not what I’m saying.

I’m saying build it and find out.

If no one comes, you’ve still built something.

 

Think Of The Infinite Possibilities

You’re out there grinding away, and for what?

 

I’ve been posting and replying on X every single day for the past 1.5 years.
I’m in the crypto niche, and I’m doing all the “right” things:

• 200+ high-quality replies every day

• 100k+ impressions daily

• 50–80 new followers per day (all organic)

• super consistent posting

• tweeting, replying, adding value everywhere

But despite all this, my own posts get almost no engagement.

This is what happens: You compare your work to others and come up with short.

Listen, once you start complaining it’s hard to stop.

It becomes the tone of your work and everything turns into a shit-storm and you’re out of toilet paper.

I’ve been on twitter since 2009. My big breakthrough came with a tweet about a broom.

Did I become a broom blogger to ride the wave? Damn right I did.

But it was a passing phase.

Think what kind of engagement would make a difference.

You could sit in a 102 degree hot infinite hot tub on a 42 degree day that feels like 32 with wind.

You could sit there until you face turns red with purple circles under your eyes, or hit the ocean and turn blue from the wind and water.

One choice comes with a margarita. 

Choose wisely.

 

PS:

To make the best of online writing consider your work being used by bots for AI training.

PSS:

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