A blog on blogging

I'm a little preoccupied just now, but I really should get a blog out there today. 

I've been told that one of the reasons for social media is for getting you, yourself out there, because readers who like you, personally, will buy your books, or review the books after they've read them, or do any of the dozen little things that help an indie author like me get by.

I, personally, think that's less than a great idea. Why?

Hey, my mother just had a stroke, could you buy and review my thriller serial Too Secret Service? Part two of which is out on Tuesday?

See how that really doesn't work very well? In fact, at all?

To quell any whiplash you might have, yes, my mother is really in the hospital with a minor stroke. That's not an egregious example on my part. Though no, I'm not overly concerned yet. It's the fourth one of those she's had in 10 or 15 years. It may be the second one she's had this year. She was gotten to the hospital within 2 hours, and given the anti-clot factor she needs in order to break up any clots in her brain. (Look up TPA if you're interested in the exact medication)

Of course, this included taking photos of her medication so the doctors knew exactly what she was taking, because she takes so much over the counter supplements and pills that it's not going to fit legibly on an 8x11 sheet of paper, to heck with an index card.

Right now, I have to wait to call for an update, as they are holding my mother overnight. So, yay.

The first one of these she had when she was still working. Have I mentioned that she worked in a microbiology lab for a hospital? Funny that. She went straight to the ER, they took their sweet flipping time about it, and it was me, my sister and my father all in the ER, and we were all reading books. Why? Because what else were we going to do?

Though the nurses were a little confused about why we were so calm.

But now, how exactly does one segue from that to "buy my books?" Really, now, is that at all sporting? Or does that sound more like the province of a complete sociopath? I'm going to go for the latter.

Honestly, wouldn't you rather listen to how I wrote an epic thriller about blowing up parts of the free world? Doesn't that just make more sense?

And yes, for those who are concerned, I'll have an update for when as and if something happens.

No, I'm not worried ... mainly because worrying accomplishes nothing right now.

All prayers appreciated.

If the medical bill looks bad, then yes, all book purchases will also be appreciated, but we'll drive off that bridge when we get to it.

I hope to get back to more cheerful subjects, like murder, gunfights and explosions, in short order.