Instagram. Love it? Hate it? Can’t live without it? Three days ago I started a new instagram account purely for my writing ventures. I have never considered Instagram a source of stress until now. I’ve always thoroughly enjoyed instagram! If anything, I scrolled mindlessly through it to get some “me time” or peace. But now? Not so much.
When you are needing to build an author’s platform, but people only continue to follow you if you follow them back…it’s like…WHATEVER DUDE. Sorry @if.yiew.wunna.git.dis but I’m not all that interested. Ugh. The stress is killing me. I’ve turned the notifications off on my phone. I now understand why there are apps for buying more followers. It seemed ridiculous to me before, but now I can see the appeal there. But it’s not like they have to continue following you. I’m getting stressed out even typing this. Oy yoi yoi. At the end of the day, I want followers that are actually interested in writing and would be potential readers when I publish my book.
I’ve decided that my instagram account for writing will only be checked twice a day: in the morning and once in the afternoon. I won’t check at night because it will probably add stress right before I try to catch some sleep. Throughout the day my personal account will be on. It’s still peaceful over there and a provider of happiness.