Burnout. Serious burnout. That’s what I’ve got.
I’ve got social media burnout. Google+ burnout. Twitter burnout. Facebook burnout.
I’ve got marketing burnout. Business burnout. Advertising burnout.
I’ve got advice burnout. Eleven tips burnout. Seven ways burnout.
And when I’ve got burnout, guess who comes out to play?
Yeah, the curmudgeon.
And you know what the curmudgeon says, “Crawl into a hole and do some actual work.”
If you’re a writer, turn EVERYTHING off except your keyboard and write.
Who cares about your platform. Your friggin’ tribe. Your connections. Your re-tweets. Your fan page.
If you’re a writer, those things DO NOT matter if at the end of the day all you have to show for your effort is hour-after-unproductive-hour of “connecting.”
Of course, there are so many things wrong with this post.
For instance, a blog is social media and here I am railing AGAINST it.
Also, I am utterly guilty of jamming the social media air waves with my noise for days on end.
And finally, here I am, giving you advice.
But I knew I needed a break when I thrashed our bathroom after someone had said the word “tribe” for the thousandth time in one day.
I’m still cleaning up the mess.
Yeah. I need help. But that’s why I’m going to crawl into a hole and write. Get a little solitude. Maybe then I’ll chill out.
And I encourage you to do the same.
By the way, what’s your social media limit? And how do you cope?