Exploring Instagram

Since my last book—The Ghost and the Christmas Spirit—came out, I’ve been tending to the “business” side of this writing gig—which has included listening to a variety of author topic podcasts while I work on the computer. 

When listening to discussions on social media the advice is varied—social media is a must for writers—it is a time sucker—some authors have success without social media—in this current time you need social media—this is the new thing—that is out dated—blah blah blah…

The fact is, when it comes to using social media, my adult kids and eldest nephew have been the biggest influences when it comes to me joining new platforms.

The first social media I joined was My Space. Remember My Space? I think it is still out there. Our son got us to join, and just when I got comfortable with that platform, our eldest nephew announced he was bailing on My Space and joining Facebook. Didn’t we all want to join him? We did.

Unlike other social media platforms, where I might use both of them, I didn’t keep using My Space, and I don’t know anyone who did.

According to my Instagram information, I originally joined that platform in 2012. To be honest, I have no recollection of doing that. I assume it was a matter of signing up for an app on my phone and never using it. According to my account, I never logged in during 2012—and since then, I have only logged into the account less than twenty times.

It was our son—the same one who got us to join My Space—who kept telling me we needed to start using Instagram.  I finally switched over to a business account this last April, but I’ve only been getting used to the platform the last couple of months.

I’m still a novice and I will admit I am always startled when I receive a private message from some guy I don’t know that just says “Hello” or “Hello beautiful”….umm what is that about? And then when I don’t respond they send a snarky private message. So what is the Instagram protocol for that sort of thing? I don’t mind answering questions about my books in private message, but I have neither the interest or the time to start getting chummy with strange men online. Although, it does give me some interesting ideas for future books.

And speaking of books, I am thrilled to share I’ve been getting some wonderful feedback on The Ghost and the Christmas Spirit. I love that it has already touched so many readers in how I hoped it would.

Happy December all—maybe I will see you on Instagram! But be gentle with me, I am new!

WNEA Shopping Extravaganza

I belong to two local women’s organizations. One is the local branch of the Daughters of the American Revolution (DAR), and the second is Women’s Network Exchange of Arizona (WNEA).

WNEA is a networking group of primary local business women (men are welcome in the group, and some members are retired). 

WNEA’s mission, according to their website states: WNEA is a vital and influential network of successful business women in Lake Havasu City, Arizona…Our membership offers a place of sharing ideas, knowledge, friendship and experiences to support each other in business and in life. We provide a forum here in Lake Havasu City for women to network with other business women, and individuals to support each other with their own unique individual expertise. Fundamentals of WNEA revolve around networking, education, providing tools, skills and gaining knowledge that will provide support to strengthen business and personal relationships.

Each year we raise money for local scholarships. One of our regular fundraising events is the annual WNEA Shopping Extravaganza, where vendors set up booths in the Lake Havasu City Aquatic Center Rods & Relic Room. Once again, I will be having a booth at the event, where I will be selling autographed copies of my books.

If you are in Lake Havasu City on December 7th of this year, be sure to stop by the and say hi! Booths will be open between 9am and 3 pm and there will be lots of great vendors to kick off your holiday shopping. Hope to see you there!

Happy Thanksgiving!

With all the political unrest currently in our country, let’s all try not to politicalize Thanksgiving this year. Instead of pointing out some of the stories of the first American Thanksgivings might be more fiction than fact, let’s instead embrace the true spirit of the holiday—a time to give thanks for our harvests—be that literally or figuratively.

For me, I am grateful for another year. Grateful that I have a comfortable home, food on the table, family and friends who I treasure, wonderful furbabies, and a career I love, with readers who have been amazing.

And when Thanksgiving is over and we move into the Christmas season, perhaps we start thinking more of those who are not as fortunate as we are, and ask ourselves, what can we do about it?