I grew up in a time before social media. I know, mind boggling, right? But anyway, when I was a kid, I was bullied. A lot. So sharing anything was a risk for painfully mocking ridicule, thus I have no inclination.
Also, I now have a firm belief I am not terribly interesting.
Nor do I want to ‘fake it until I make it’ because I despise lying. Oh, I’ve learned how to lie, but I’d rather be lazy and not.
Nor do I feel like any sort of ‘writing authority’ to start offering how-to lessons to people about writing when I’m a pantser and describing my process and story intentions is probably like listening to my grandson wax poetic with a story and I’m just nodding like the clueless guy listening to his chirpy girlfriend. “Uh huh. Wow. Oh, really? Neat.” No idea, but he’s excited and I adore his imagination I can’t follow without his parents explaining.
So, I understand that people want to get to know authors or other creators/performers/etc and neither you nor I want to see a constant barrage of BUY MY SHIT! Because holy hell, that’s obnoxious, isn’t it? The occasional one doesn’t bother me, but there are some people in my assorted feeds that I might have been interested in but no longer am because it aggravates me.
But…I don’t know how to be honest and interesting. What would anyone want to see from me? Sorry, not taking pictures of my meals. Nor do I wish to be political. And anything that would be the ‘fascinating tidbits about <pick a world>’ I don’t know I could keep up with even weekly for content aside of the fact I am doing three full time jobs (maintaining home, IT-to-non-IT translator, and author.) I’m kinda drowning and this whole concept is like tapping a snail. Just draw right back into my shell and pull the door shut, praying to be ignored again.