Okay, I’m needy. First of all, I am STILL trolling MySpace, searching for friends. I’ve added celebrities like KT Tunstall and Evanescence. I’ve added fictional characters such as Spencer & Russ from Psych, “Chuck” and even Vincent the dog from LOST. I’m pathetic, and sadly I STILL have less than 40 friends. I look at the profiles of people I know with over 100 or even 250 friends… and wonder what they have that I don’t. (I realize the answer is most likely “a life”.)
I’m needy here as well. I look eagerly to see if anyone has commented. Generally, no one has. Some have viewed, that’s encouraging. Hopefully they didn’t just get here by accident, and leave as soon as they saw “Crazy Cat Lady Blogging” – huh? What the heck? I don’t want to be here…
Perhaps sadder yet, I actually go to the comments that wordpress has marked as spam, and read them all. I hope to discover they’re not spam – but genuinely people I’ve never met that have commented on my blog. Now, the ones that contain links to Viagra or hot cars are unlikely to have actually looked at my blog…. but maybe the ones that just say “Nice read” or “Looking for something different and found your blog” or “Keep the posts coming”, maybe wordpress is wrong. Maybe they’re not spam, but fans.
By the way, I have actually started writing the book – the first in what I hope to be a series of books. Pretty exciting! Of course, I got all bogged down in details and wasted the first afternoon debating what size the book should be – standard paperback or grocery-store paperback? I spent hours debating where the page numbers should be. However, once I really started writing, it was fun! Fun for a while, that is. After about 10 pages, it got significantly less fun. I’m up to about 16 pages now, with pictures, if it’s a tiny grocery-store paperback. I will either need to push myself harder, or it will be the shortest book in history.
A friend suggested I need to give it to others for feedback, once it’s drafted. She says writing a book is not supposed to be easy. It’s not? That’s a huge bummer. My dilemma – if I give the book to friends and family, who will buy the book? I have maybe ten people who have promised to buy a copy – but if I’ve already provided it to them for feedback, there go all my sales.
Same friend suggested I decide how much I’d like to earn, then divide that by the number of people who will likely buy it. However, I doubt these people would pay $1 million for a book. I’m counting on, if the price is low enough, some will buy it out of pity.
In the meantime, I’ll attempt to bask in the two mentions I have in other books. One is just a first name, but the other has first and last name… on page xv. Unfortunately, it seems few people read those roman-numbered pages. I’m considering buying packages of those small stickie notes with the arrows, like you use to indicate people should sign documents, and trolling bookstores placing them strategically on page xv.
Life of the Lintee Bean 
I love reading your blog! 🙂
Wow. I find all sorts of interesting things using Google Alerts. (Search term for this one: K.T. Tunstall.) You’re brave about the MySpace thing. Guess I just really never saw the point of it, and felt odd about adding celebrities as “friends.” “Favorites,” yes, but not “friends.”
Which means I’m up to about one friend (the one who thought I should get a MySpace profile in the first place) on a social networking site, so don’t feel bad!
No way… someone did just stumble across my blog – someone that’s not a spammer?
I guess the celebrities should probably be “favorites”, not “friends”. Darn. That wuld leave me with the original woefully few friends. What about the ones that are fictional characters, not actors or musicians? Can they be friends? If they weren’t fictional, maybe they would be my friends. Who is to say they wouldn’t?
Anyway, despite perhaps stretching the limits of appropriate MySpace behavior – I still have fewer MySpace friends than my cats have Catster friends. I’m pathetic.
wow great blog! You like cats eh? I like cats too..actually I like more cats than I do people these days! I think your blog is awesome, but you need to post more and inspire us wanna be bloggers. Where do you find the time and energy girl?
Love ya!
Google makes stumbling a fun activity!
Actually, given the nature of social networking sites, you might as well pretend to have celebrity friends and fictional character friends. They’re about as real as real laypeople friends you meet online, right? They don’t talk as much, but… uh…
I don’t know where I’m going with this. It’s late and I’m being cynical in my tiredness.
I still feel odd about MySpace.
I still feel odd about MySpace as well – though I really do know some of the people in real life, I DO! Most of them are 15 or 20 years younger than me, which makes me feel very old.
As for online friends – I will sound nutty, er nuttier yet, but some of my bestest friends in the whole universe I met online! Many of them I met through online forums focused on caring for cats with special medical needs (such as diabetes) and we’ve found we have a lot in common and I treasure these friends greatly. They get my craziness and my love of cats and all things cattly. 🙂
In fact – look at the comments, Heather and Ruthe are both great online friends! Okay, I’ve never met Ruthe in the flesh, but I adore her nonetheless. I just hung out at Heather’s place Sunday and ate her home-baked goodies and petted her cats!
Hey, I have nothing against online friends. (At this point in my life, most of my friends are online, and those that I know in real life, well, I communicate with them online as well.)
It’s just this thing about MySpace and networks like it. I’ve had opportunities to make “friends” through MySpace, but have never taken them because, you know, they’d be “friends,” names on a list, not friends, people I want to talk to. You’ve met your friends through more specific communities, right? So have I. That’s all the difference in the world. 🙂
My cats are still getting over the lack of company. They enjoyed all the attention. So now I have cats flopping on the floor in front on me, exposing their bellies, yelling, “PET ME, WOMAN!”