I am truly a pinhead when it comes to social networking.
With my last blog and a basic Facebook page, I was able to Write. Publish. Automatically post on FB. View.
It took me about a year and half to figure out all of that. Thing is, I wasn’t trying to keep anything secret, so my friends were my blog audience and faithful readers and I could contact anyone I wanted through the blog or Facebook because there was no masking my identity. My print by-line even gave the web address.
And look at where that got me… Divorce and Custody Court.
It also almost got me fired because I mentioned that talking to a certain client got me wet.
So, there is definitely an upside to anonymity.
The downside all revolves around reaching readers.
At first I thought that if I just built it they would come.
That didn’t happen.
Then I thought that if High Desert Darlin’ had her own Facebook page, that people would stumble across it and congratulate themselves on their discovery.
Didn’t happen either.
Also had to come up with another name because I couldn’t figure out how to get around the fake name filter.
So then someone suggested a secret group on Facebook through my real Facebook page, which I have created.
I only included a few folks who I can totally totally trust. A couple of them seemed thrilled, others haven’t even acknowledged their special status.
But beyond sending out invitations, I can’t figure out anything else. My biggest struggle is how to get my posts from here to show up for the secret group without showing up for all the world to see.
Part of the problem is that I have terrible ADD and once something gets even the tiniest bit frustrating, I move on.
So, to be quite honest, I have 4 Facebook pages, 3 separate blogs and 2 twitter accounts. I spend a lot of time signing into Facebook as one person so that I can see what shows up on another identity’s public page. Yesterday I friended and unfriended myself 7 times and logged in and out at least 22 times.
This is fucking ridiculous.
The Bee across the street seems to be able to help – if I can only find the time to get over there.
I want so badly to figure this out and feel like a totally hipster writer. I also want, so badly, to be able to write as just little ol’ me without having to worry about the repercussions.
I really just want to twitch my nose and fix all of this.