I have a love-hate relationship with social media. When I’m not guarded, I fall into its many rabbit holes and lose hours of my life to content designed to do exactly that: steal my attention, my hours. So why do it? Why am I on Instagram? Why am I writing this post right now? To exist. As Austin Kleon says:

“In this day and age, if your work isn’t online, it doesn’t exist.”

It’s an unfortunate truth, but at least for now, truth is what it is. Maybe if I had a bigger name, say, Stephen King, I could get away with being offline. Of course, King himself is just as prolific with social media as he is with stories, so maybe I’d still be here, still writing, sharing, and trying to connect with readers, new and old.

So, despite my best intentions, here I am.

See you online.