By Kirk Melson
As you know by now, I’m an engineer. I use a computer as a tool—for work. If I want to get social (and I rarely do) I go to a movie or have dinner with friends. My life used to be divided into nice, manageable compartments. Now, not so much. I've been sucked into social media.
With a writing wife, my computer has now become a social gathering place. The compartments in my life are getting jumbled, and that makes me just a tad uncomfortable. I was more than satisfied with my social life before.
Just don’t tell Edie.
|My *Man Card* is official and|
up to date!
Now I feel obligated to take part. All this gadding about she’s doing has caused my protective streak to kick in. And, whether you know it or not, my man card is current, I keep it on me, and for good measure I’ve grown a mustache.
Since part of my job as husband is to support said wife—I mean, I have to let my Facebook friends know when something cool happens—I’ve also had to join the social networking party.
So I’ve now got a Facebook account…but only to support her.
I share updates about her books, speaking engagements, and general publishing successes.
That of course has made me visible…online…to other people.
Not a comfortable place. Sure I’ve been able to reconnect with some old friends, but that’s not why I’m on here—really.
She still hasn’t convinced me to join Twitter, but I can feel the pull in that direction.
So I have to ask, are there any other spouses (or even reluctant writers) who find themselves sucked into the social media universe? Please tell me I’m not the only one who’s caved and is now forced to do a little discreet bragging!