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Notebook Entries on Writers and Social Media


It’s all right to let people miss you a little now and then.

The Age of over-Sharing and Self-aggrandizement. (ASS)

Excessive cleverness, reflexive snark: Corrosive to the spirit?

The line between being a Writer who Promotes and a Promoter who Writes can get obscure. It’s an important line.

Some authors whose work I admire: Daniel Woodrell, Zadie Smith, Patrick deWitt, Annie Dillard, Paulette Jiles …

“He wants greatness …” Popovich says. “He doesn’t give a damn about the stardom.” - Gregg Popovich, NBA coach, on Kawhi Leonard, March 15, 2016

We’ve become scared of mystery.

So much hype, so little greatness.

“One of the things David Foster Wallace was really insightful about was that some of the things that we are being told are going to be tools for us to connect are actually dehumanizing elements.” - Jason Segel, actor

Doonesbury - May 3, 2015. Spot on.

Smart article from Cal Newport.

I can’t be an infotainment service.

More and more, I witness the negative effects of social media on many of my students. Anxiety, depression, fragmented attention.

As a species, will we evolve toward a more restrained, graceful approach to social media?

It took me over a decade to figure out that the less time I spend on the internet, the happier I am. Fast learner.

I walk between eras.

As a writer in a time of incessant chatter and distraction, I have to carve out quiet each day in order to think and focus on my work and not care what anyone else says. I believe that this is necessary for writers. Now more than ever.

“Shun frenzy.” - Kim Stafford

For me, put simply, the thought of tweeting, posting pics, or liking on any sort of regular basis just messes me up, and so I keep on saying no to pressure to join that club. I try to be nice about it.

By next year at this time, I could be addicted to social media. Stay tuned for selfies of me shearing the backyard laurel hedge. Shirtless, drunk, bellowing. #omg #yardwrecker #sad


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