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Going Deeper

I’ve been at this writing and publishing thing for a couple of years now and overall, I’ve had a great time. Sure, there are bad days. Sure, there are hard days. But overall, I love where this journey has taken me and the people I’ve met along the way.

I’ve had the incredibly good fortune as an editor to work with exceedingly talented writers and today’s post (and the new direction of this blog) is in part, inspired by one of them. Hopefully she can forgive me for following in her footsteps. Over the next few months, I’m going to open up about me. Who I am and what makes me tick. It might be scary for me from time to time. It might be uncomfortable, and since I write romance and erotica, it might even be a little racy. How’s that for an intro?

Let’s talk background. I’m an introvert by nature. Most people who know me wouldn’t believe it. I’m very capable of being extroverted. In fact, I thrive on short bits of intense extroversion. I can mingle in a crowd, I can work the room, laugh, and even be funny, when I’m not trying to be. But all of that costs me. When I go to conferences, every conversation with someone I don’t know is like a little chip in my armor. Enough of those conversations, and you’ll reach the soft underbelly. A few more, and I’m bleeding out on the floor.

When I go to conferences, I’ll often excuse myself after a few hours to go “tend to my inner Introvert.” I’ll go back up to my hotel room or even take myself out to dinner or for a drink and bury my nose in my Kindle or my laptop for an hour or two. Once I do that, my armor is rebuilt and I can function again. Sometimes I’ll even do this at home. After a week with my parents, or my in laws, or even a friend visiting, I’ll find myself hiding out in my bedroom for an hour, reading or playing on my phone, needing a little bit of ME time. It’s not that I don’t want to be social. It’s a physical NEED to recharge. Introverts don’t hate people. In fact, they often love them every bit as much as extroverts. They just need them in smaller doses and with breaks in between.

But despite being an introvert in real life, I’m incredibly open online. Oh, I protect the necessary things. I don’t tag my photos with locations. I’m careful not to post on social media about upcoming vacations or share my mother’s maiden name with the world. But if you ask me what my favorite sexual position is, and you’re not a creep (in other words, if we’re having a Twitter chat about sex in writing or something and the question doesn’t come out of the blue), I’m probably going to tell you. If you ask me whether I’ve ever been in an abusive relationship, you’ll get a straight answer. If you ask me what my greatest fear is, what I hope people say about me after I die, or even what my favorite beer is, you’ll get a straight answer.

And that’s what I’m going to try to talk about more. Who I am. Because who I am affects my writing. Sure, we’ll still talk about publishing, and PageCurl, and books (hey, did you know I have a new Urban Fantasy coming out tomorrow?), but we’ll also go deeper.

 

2 Comments

  • Mary Rowen Posted September 22, 2014 7:21 am

    Great post, Patricia! You inspire me. I’ve talked a lot in blog posts about my history with eating disorders–which was tough to go public with–but since then, I haven’t revealed very much about myself. (Although I did post a video of me singing last week, which may have been a mistake.) It’s helpful for readers to have a sense of who authors are, and I wish you luck with your endeavor.

  • Camela Thompson Posted September 22, 2014 11:06 am

    It is really nice to hear there are other people out there who get overwhelmed at conferences. I had to go hide in my car during lunch at PNWA – next time I’m getting a room and taking those between session breaks to sneak in some reading time. And thank you for pointing out that introversion doesn’t mean we don’t like people.

    Great post!!

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