I've written up a little blog post about a lovely moment in my day, a moment about my book, and I'm sharing it to Instagram. My publisher Laura Stanfill, in a fun, dinnertime strategy session recently, had the clever suggestion that I make a graphic to go along with these blog moments I like to write, and I have that all plugged in, now, and ready to release it to my Instagram feed. But my hand on the mouse hesitates and my cursor over the go button hovers and waits.
The nice thing about just sharing a moment from my blog is that it always feels appropriately small. Discrete. Adding this graphic makes it seem so big, and for a second I feel oddly ashamed somehow. Like, who am I to trumpet this so loudly, to make it so big on the page?
It is too much? It's too much. Is it too much? Stop it, you're going to have to get comfortable with playing your trumpet. You do have a book coming out, you are going to have to, you know, help promote it. What is it they say, that writers make lousy promoters? But it's that tension between the comfort of quiet and the wish to have our voices heard that makes us writers in the first place.
Come on. Be a writer. Play your trumpet. Press go.
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