The sacrifices you make for your craft. I recently joined face book. How old am I? I thought it was just for thirteen year old girls. It’s Crystal’s fault. She told me that we need to be more active online. We need to build a platform for our book. Why Me?!? I don’t really care what everyone had for breakfast. Most days, I don’t even remember what I had. I have nothing to offer.
O.K. flash forward. It’s been a couple of weeks and it’s not horrible. I have over fifty friends. I didn’t think I even knew fifty people. And guess what. They’re not all thirteen year old girls. If they were, I think I would be in contact with family services by now. The list includes many of the elders from my church, my daughters (all significantly over thirteen), and even some of my old classmates from college that I have known for forty years. To my surprise, I get a new list of posts every day. Some are actually interesting and even encouraging. I have even found the occasion to participate and give input. My perspective and corny (my daughter’s word not mine) sense of humor often appreciated or liked (face book term).
Who would have thought it possible? I’m sixty years old and growing. We now have an author page. So we are set for publicizing our book. However, in the mean time, I have a new interest. Well, if you’ll excuse me I need to go and check my Face Book. Oh, by the way, if you want to check us out, our author page is Ron and Crystal Meinstein, and my personal page is just Ron Meinstein.
Recent Facebook Picture. I think she likes me!