Platform Diving

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Message to Readers: This is a One-Year Anniversary Reunion Post celebrating Not Bob’s Platform Challenge of 2012. I thought about writing a song or a sonnet or a tiny haiku but I knew my poetry wouldn’t suffice so I just chose to tell my story of . . .

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Platform Diving

For the past several years, the word Platform has been circling the writing world. Those with the loudest voices were telling us what they knew— authors must build a Platform to be successful.

Platform is gold. So we were told.

Build yours with panache.

Build it with gusto.

Build it and THEY will come.

And buy your stuff.

That stuff you wrote back when you thought all you needed was the elusive omniscient agent.

(Please, please read that as We Love Agents! They know stuff and we like that they know stuff!)

But when was THAT?

In days of old, you, as author, wrote then scavenged for an agent, and waited while Agent Max (or Maxine) secreted away your hard-copy manuscript into the hands of editors. Max then gathered the sparkling clean copy and went to battle with publishing houses for dollars. Two for you, one for him or one for Maxine. (that’s hyperbole, kids!)

In those days, cell phones were the size of tissue boxes and Harry Potter was still a babe secretly living with his parents in Godric’s Hallow. (hyperbole? not so much.)

Those were the dark ages.

Now writers/authors have been handed the media reins or reigns. Whichever way you see it, we still love agents!

And the buzz word is . . .

Like most writers, I like words.

I like to tangle them up and make something new from them. But, this  Platform word that was buzzing around town was already a tangled word with mermaid tail hype attached to it.

Glossy, shiny, beckoning.

It implied inherent techno-abilities and time spent jigging through computer jargon and hours of key-stroking through harsh tidal waves of the world wide web. 

I decided I didn’t like this word; it stunk of diving into unchartered waters.

From. Way. High. Up.

I hate heights.

I was a fearful lowly poet.

I was a fearful lost fiction writer who enjoyed underground solitude.

lost, ZoofyTheJi

Platform Splat-form.

What do poets and fiction writers need a platform for anyway? That was for non-fiction writers. People on a mission with a bold message.

But not always. 

Jane Friedman writes that ALL writers can benefit from some kind of platform, but it needs to evolve organically. And it isn’t a magic wand so I decided to take a back seat to it while I figured out what I really wanted to do on this new planet of authorship.

The one I imagined a thousand years ago.

But, then along came Not Bob and his April 2012 Platform challenge.

As some of you know, Not Bob goes by another name—Robert Brewer from the far land of Poetic Asides where eternal summer reigns around the bright city of Writer’s Digest.*

Poets from around the globe often romped and shared cyber tea on the street called Poetic Asides. Mostly on Wednesdays, but especially in the months of April and November. Both of which hath thirty days but I don’t think that’s why Robert chose to hold his Poem-A-Day challenge during those months. For my metrophobic friends, April is National Poetry month and his PAD challenge. November happens to be the month Robert holds his chapbook challenge.

I had walked that Poetic Asides PAD street several times.

So, when Not Bob, who is not Not Bob at Poetic Asides, but rather, Robert, offered his Platform challenge, it didn’t seem as intimidating coming from him so I stuck my toe into the frigid waters.

And stalked.

A person can soak up some rays, read a few poems, kick around on a noodle, and even climb atop someone else’s platform to learn the DIY’er tricks, but at some point, you gotta take the plunge.

Just dive, already!

Not Bob’s challenge was three days in and I was still viewing it from the edge of the pool. That would get me nowhere if I was ever to conceive my own platform, and so from on high, I belly-flopped into the pool like an 80’s disco ball.

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I gulped mouthfuls of new terminology and tried to force-feed my WordPress blog,which enjoyed sputtering my posts back in my face. But, that was because I wasn’t nice to it and didn’t speak its language.

I floundered in the acronym waters of SEO and HTML and URL’s, PDF’s and WIP’s and .coms and .orgs and I didn’t know which way was up. Just when waves of gravatars and thumbnails and URL shortener’s tumbled over me, I surfaced for a breath and tumbled back under.

We were challenged to dive into Twitter-opia, Facebook Author Page Land, and LinkedIn, wherever that was.

Every day in April, Not Bob presented us with a new challenge. Every day, my frustration grew at my incompetence.

But, in between head-bashing and word-slashing, I realized that my knowledge, my skills, and even my goggled (Googled) vision had grown.

All with the assistance of Not Bob and scores of other plebe Platform builders.

And I became we.

WE were underwater carpenters foraging for tools thrown from other platforms. All we needed to do was collect them and use them and suddenly creating a Platform didn’t seem impossible or just for those other guys who wrote for real money.

tools, Rogel

Thanks to Not Bob and his month of challenges, I (and WE) can now DO Social Media as well as, if not better, than those other guys.

This post is the fourth in a communal series of blog posts celebrating the first year anniversary of the spin-off group of writers who participated in that challenge.

We first gathered as Not Bobbers, which I personally loved, but we morphed into WordSmith Studio, which I also love.

WordSmith Studio is the writer’s group I never expected nor did I realize I was missing.

As a direct result of this group, I have been published in several literary magazines and anthologies. I have learned not to fear submitting. The world will not fall apart when I am rejected. If I fall momentarily fall apart, I can cry into my tea cup on the WSS Facebook page where I know I’ll be supported.

For we are a chatty group.

We Tweet Chat and Google Chat and chat on Goodreads and Pinterest and Facebook and we message each other and blog hop together and read books together and create new challenges for each other and submit poems together and publish each other and guest blog together.

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We edit, we urge, we organize, we spur each other on, we sympathize, we sometimes play, we joke, we play jokes, we rejoice in each other’s victories, and tear up during shared hard times.

And we even . . . email sometimes.

(Wow, that seems so archaic.)

I can now claim, it’s Not Bob’s fault I’m addicted to social media.

I’m also not so lost any more and most of the time, my head is above water.

For me, a new author website is in the works. A new direction. A new voice.

It’s been a journey of exploration and I’m proud to stand with and be a part of WordSmith Studio.

The celebratory month of party blog-hopping and beach blog volleyball has begun. (who’s wearing their itsy-bitzy teeny-weeney yellow polka-dot bikini?)

handwriting, remind

I say, Let Us Eat Cake! Whoo Hoo! 

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*thanks to Mr. Tumnus the Faun and C.S. Lewis.

Special thanks, also, to Not Bob aka: Robert Lee Brewer, who ironically shares his first and middle name with my father who is, by the way, Bob.

And to my WSS family–I’m tipping my hat and raising a glass or two to you!

To US!

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This post is brought to you today by the poetic device: Hyperbole.
and some pics via stockxchng

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37 thoughts on “Platform Diving

  1. Now *that’s* a wonderfully cheery and optimistic post. Yeah you! And I love “Splat-form” – totally hilarious word.

  2. Janice, love the poetic prose here. I”m proud of our group and the way we all love to celebrate each other’s accomplishments. Congrats on your publications. And congrats on embracing the “Splat-form”.

  3. what a great post! your voice is perfect! and sentiment is, too! love this piece and your feelings on digging though the platform dive. i felt the same way. still swimming but feeling like i’m getting closer. i so related to this! well said!

  4. Fantastic Janice! I think you captured everyone’s apprehension in the beginning. Loved it!!

  5. Great job with this! I remember when everyone started tweeting and I sat there giggling at all the new tweet mishaps (OK maybe I gently smiled). Those times are very dear to my heart and I’m so happy to become “we” with everyone.

  6. Very fun read. Written so well I was experiencing the stress, highs, and lows once again. I still have lots to learn and glad I have the members of WSS to journey with. Thanks!

  7. Wonderful and optimistic post JLynn. I’m in. Serve the volleyball and pass the suntan lotion. :) I’m so glad I know you and so many others in our group. Feels a lot more comfortable to get into that bikini around you all.

  8. What a delicious collection of words. Thanks for being so romantic about the whole thing. I did sort of feel like platform diving. I also love words and the self-identification of literary devices. Good stuff!

  9. Terrific post! It’s funny that I’d forgotten how scared I was at the start of the month. What I remember is the wonderful support from everyone.

  10. An wonderful post that expresses many thought of mine as I struggle to move forward and make progress. One regret has not being able to be as much a part of the community as I’d hoped, with so much going on in my life.

    But the “social” part of social media is as important as the “media” part, and so I am trying to get more involved with various social media communities and tools, making friends a long the way.

  11. I enjoyed reading! Congrats on your successes (I am proud to have your work displayed in the archives of Mouse Tales Press) – and here’s to more success in the coming year(s)!

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