I joined Insta in 2013 but didn’t use it until two years ago. It took me a minute to get used to it but as my love affair with Facebook was dwindling my love of beautiful pictures grew.
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When I published Dandelion Jane: Strawberry Jelly in 2017 I threw my Instagram posting into full gear. Something about Insta feels easy, free, light. I have found it easier to connect with people outside of my immediate circle and especially other writers to connect with. The joy of hashtags. You have to find the ones that cater to your circle and grow your following.
At the end of the year the bullet journal once again proved I had not reached my goal, but as you can see the pink Insta marks are more plentiful than the rest.
I’ve gotten better with my Facebook posting and I post on Insta an average of three times a day. The lack of meaningless opinions is what sucks me in. Show me a picture of your WIP and tell me a bit about it, gold. Toss up a selfie with your favorite beverage and ask what I’m up to, perfect. I like it. I am still trying to figure out all the ins and outs of social media and how to grow my