The more popular you become as a blogger, the more emails and tweets you get from people askin’ for all sorts of favors and feedback. It comes with the territory. So as you can imagine (and though I’m not a star), the number of messages I’ve been gettin’ lately has been on the rise. Folks ask for career advice, writing advice, meet ups, guest posts, d*ck, and ice cream sandwiches. I try to respond to as much as I can (I respond to everything) and appreciate that people value my opinion, but sometimes it gets overwhelming.
The other day I got a message from someone asking why I don’t comment on other blogs. It’s a popular question that irritates me 9 out of 10 times when asked. You probably think I’m about to rant. If you do, you might be a tad disappointed.
I read a lot more sites than people think. Looking in my Droiiid’s Pulse app, I have 25 sites listed. A good chunk of which are personal blogs. The majority of my reading is done on the train while commuting to work. Once I get to work, I comment where I have time and something worthwhile to say. That’s how I live my life. I don’t chime in for the sake of being seen or being heard. It adds no value. The thing is, many of the sites I do comment on aren’t in the same network as those that are asking. Most of us read all the popular and growing niche blogs. There’s no point in me naming them. A lot of times when I get to the sites during the day, someone’s already shared the perspective I would’ve added so I just keep it moving or hit the like button. It’s efficient. Spending 10 minutes thinking of a comment just so people see my name isn’t. I like efficiency.
Slim, you keep talking about not having a lot of time but we see you on Twitter, Tumblr, and Facebook. We also see other writers making time for other sites. Why can’t you do the same?
Just because I’m on social media doesn’t mean I’m not busy. I enjoy it and consider it “me” time — for the most part. I’m much better at interacting when I want to do it than interacting because someone told me to. And though I don’t always think of it this way, social media is part of the job that comes with blogging. You’re also making the assumption that you know how I should spend my time because you know how you spend yours and you see what others are doing. Life isn’t fair and neither is that assumption.
Aight, that’s cool and all. If that’s the case, you shouldn’t ask people to comment. I saw you do that on SBM once and thought it was kinda lame.
I’m very observant. I notice patterns. And as a writer, I’m pretty sensitive about my sh*t. I wasn’t bothered because people weren’t commenting in high numbers on the site. I was tickled because some folks were opting out of my post day then showing up on the site the rest of the week. It seemed personal. Doesn’t this show that I care? I thought my little add-on at the end of that post was light in tone. Come to think of it, I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve publicly urged people to comment. One of which was when I was asking for reader feedback on how to make improvements. Yeah, I care.
Why didn’t you follow me back on Twitter?!?!?!
When I was in DC for the VSB event in April, someone walked up to me and asked this. I looked at ‘em sideways and don’t know that I ever really responded. Here’s my thing. I like being able to see and hear what the people I know have to say. I can’t tell you how many times someone has asked me if I saw their tweet and I had to be like uhh, there are 350+ people streaming their thoughts every second in my timeline. You can’t expect me to see everything. I want to be able to see as much as possible from the people I know and the people that interact with me. That’s the other thing. If you want someone to follow you back, you need to interact with them regularly. I mean…that’s if the follow back is that important to you.
Even though I don’t comment aggressively or reply to every tweet, I do care about all this stuff. The fact that I wrote this post makes me feel like I may care a little too much at times. I’m working on it. Just keep in mind that because you don’t see me doesn’t mean I’m not there. It just means I can’t be everywhere when you want me to be.
I’m still a G,