I wondered if a break from social media could help me get writing again?
Like many authors, I have complicated feelings about social media. On one hand, it’s awesome. You can connect with readers, book bloggers and reviewers, other authors, publishers, editors. People befriend you, help you, make you think and make you smile. You learn about trends, scandals and scams. You get spectacular book recommendations.
On the other hand, it’s as distracting as a hungry cat. I find myself scrolling when I never intended to. The urge to check notifications interrupts me when I’m reading. Other people’s ideas and anxieties seem to be jostling in my brain, so there’s no room for my own thoughts. It all feels a bit overwhelming.
So, I decided to do an experiment: I’d use social media for ten minutes a day, once a day, at around 8 a.m. For a week. I didn’t go cold turkey because I wanted to acknowledge things like reviewers tagging me. It feels rude to ignore those sorts of notifications. But I wanted to stop general scrolling and checking.
Here’s what happened:
Night before: Feeling nervous, which makes me all the more determined. Since when did the idea of not checking social media twenty times a day make me nervous? Back when I started writing seriously for publication, I hardly used social media. I focused on writing. I spent my spare time thinking about characters, plots and settings. I found it hard to get into the habit of using social media. Now I’m nervous about cutting back? WTF?
I keep reminding myself why a break could be important: it might help me get writing again.
Day one (supposedly a writing day): Woken at 6 a.m. (thanks new puppy!). Normally I would check my phone first thing, and I felt a definite urge to give in to that habit. What if there were notifications? What if someone had tagged me in a review? Cuddled puppy to distract myself. The urge came and went for a couple of hours, then vanished as I got busy with breakfast and getting kids out the door. I took my ten minutes at around 9am. There were a few notifications, mainly likes for a tweet from the day before. Nice, but nothing that needed acknowledging. Big anti-climax. It was easy to turn off after ten minutes.
Went to the dentist and, while lying with my mouth open, had an idea for a scene in a story. Came home and wrote the scene. Not sure if it’s much good, but it’s more writing than I’ve done for months. Felt like a lamb gamboling in spring grass. Doubt the lack of social media was directly responsible, but it may have helped. The day seemed longer and I felt calmer because I had more time. Family and a friend for dinner so lots to do in the evening and no time to think about checking. But it’s now 10:30pm and the urge has been strong off and on for at least an hour. Keep thinking ‘it wouldn’t hurt to glance, then I could relax and go to bed’. The experiment feels silly, but I keep remembering the joy and satisfaction I felt this afternoon.
Still want to check right now though.
Day two (supposedly another ‘writing’ day): Took cats to the vet. Marveled at how easily ‘writing days’ are filled with things like vet and dentist visits. Once home, was struck by how many more empty times the day has – some of them pleasant and calm, some lonely or disconnected. The urge to distract myself with social media during the lonely times is high. What would it hurt? I’d see a funny tweet and smile and feel better. Still not sure about any of my book ideas. I like different bits of different books but nothing seems to come together. I wish I could pick an idea and stick with it but can’t seem to make a decision. I don’t think cutting back on social media is all I need to help me get writing again. But I’m continuing the experiment anyway.
Hit by the realisation that using social media was a way for me to feel as if I’m still a writer. Because I’m not writing at the moment, social media masked some of the fear that I’ll never write again. So, hello, fear! Come to suck the marrow from my bones? Yeah, great.
Days three and four (the weekend): With the kids around, I get snippets of time between other things. Not having social media makes life feel a bit less ‘mine’ and a bit more like I’m waiting around until someone next wants me to make them a sandwich or show them how to ice biscuits or explain the theory of relativity or take them to a friend’s house.
All my story ideas still feel boring or disjointed. But there was plenty of time for housework. So…er…yay?
Day five (at work): No time to check social media much at work so less difference there. Perhaps I felt more focused. The evening was very mixed. Did some beta reading, which was fun. But then was filled with rage and frustration at NOT FUCKING WRITING myself and HATING ALL MY IDEAS which feel so unoriginal or ham-fisted. Did some free writing (another thing I’m doing to try to get through the block) and broke two pens in pure FURY at the stupidity and slowness of my brain which will not fucking co-operate. Without social media to distract me, the ball-point pens shall SUFFER.
Went to bed early to save the family from my bad temper.
Day six (at work): Woke up exhausted and headachy which is no surprise. Went to work. Came home tired. CHEATED and looked at social media (Twitter). Felt no guilt, but it was only a very brief check of notifications so perhaps that’s why. Read for a couple of hours (Peter Ackroyd’s London the Biography) and felt more focused than I have recently. No temptation to check social media at all. Quite enjoyed NOT checking. Like NOT going to the work Christmas party. Sure, you might have had fun, but yeah no.
Day seven (at work): Spent the morning (on the train and a bit at work) in conversation with another author via Twitter’s direct message system. Feel fine about that. My aim was to stop the mindless scrolling and checking, not to withdraw from the writing community entirely.
Definitely feel as if there are more hours in the day which makes me less anxious and rushed. Also, less random negativity in my life puts me on more of an even keel. People are often so angry on social media. I don’t blame them; life is regularly shit and cruel and unfair, but do I need to remind myself of that twenty times a day? No, I do not. It makes me miserable and exhausted. To be able to write I need energy to play and to have fun with ideas.
So, the experiment is over.
I certainly had more time. More time to think. More time to be. Also, more time to feel angry or frustrated. Towards the end of the week I was able to concentrate better. I enjoyed reading without the urge to check social media every hour or so.
The social media avalanche of other people’s thoughts and ideas can be inspiring or helpful, but it can also be distracting and off-topic. When I’m writing or planning a book I don’t like ‘real’ interruptions, such as someone knocking at the door, and yet I’ve been inviting interruption in ALL BY MYSELF several times a day under the guise of social media.
Some people are able to write AND maintain active social media accounts. Perhaps I’m too new to both to be able to do that yet.
Anyway, overall, I felt that cutting back drastically on social media was a good thing and likely to help me.
When I’ve written another book I might step it up a bit again.
For now, I’m continuing: ten minutes once a day. Oh well, maybe twice a day. Oh go on then. But three times? Uh uh. No way.
Is social media helping you become a better writer? Or has it become too much of a distraction? Want to try the ‘ten minutes once a day’ challenge with me?