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Writer Site Slut

I must be into shocking cheesy titles lately . . . 

 

There are so many sites out there for writers.  I tend to drop in on them for a while only to disappear within weeks (sometimes days).  I walk the cyber streets, strut my stuff, tease, turn a buck if I can, and then move on down the street.  My time on writersnet.com only lasted two posts.  I said what I thought and three people jumped in and slammed me against the brick wall.  I scanned the site and saw the same three names on every discussion corner.  Exit site.

I tried Informed Ideas for Writers (Linked) and saw ads and ads and promos.  The streets were a little over populated with others of my type.

I checked into Fanstory for quite a frenzied few weeks and then realized that all of that time I spent dumping in stories and essays for a comment or two I could actually use to write something.  Duh!  On a positive note, there are some great folks on Fanstory.

Next, Definitive Serious Writers (Linked).  Again, very cool people, not too much promo (Terrence is great) but discussions tend not to travel.  This seems to be true of another dozen sites I wandered around on without ever actually signing up for.  Start a discussion, then prop it up as it dies.  Guess what the researchers are saying is right—no substitute for face to face.

There are a bunch that serve a useful purpose and those I drop in on once a month or so—PW, Publishers Lunch, Agent Query, Editors and Predators.

Now, in March, The Red Room.  Will this be just one more street corner I hang around on?  It takes time to polish, upload (very slow) and choose pix all the while wondering  who (if anybody) is actually reading.  If you want to be an “author” you have to pay.  What if you are an author who is tired of paying?  What then?   So far, I like it--the professional look, the quality of members and authors, the format--all great. 

At some point, the truth will out.  I am simply  avoiding the blank page again, stale in the aftermath, unsure of the future, certain only that I can’t seem to drink enough ginger tea with cayenne to get this writing bug out of my blood.