manontheperiphery said: I had an argument with my daughter the other day whether you were solely behind your blog (my opinion) or if you had assistants helping you (her opinion). Care to help me steer her away from such a cynical path?
It’s just me, I’m afraid.
Over on Facebook, every now and again, Dan Guy will post something, and he notes that it’s him. My assistant Morris, who helps me try and keep on top of the email, will sometimes put up something at my request on Twitter or WhoSay that needs to go out at a particular time and date. (The last one I can find from him was announcing the UK Kindle Daily Deal doing all my novels at £1:49 each, back in December 2013.)
I’m reblogging this because I also get asked this a lot. Adding two things:
1) In all my travels, I’ve only encountered one author who has someone else post as him/her (rather than being transparent about it) — every other author I know runs their own social media
2) If you can’t tell if an author or someone posing as the author is running an account, it doesn’t seem like a very entertaining sort of online presence. The more generic the blog, the easier to forge the personality. Sterile content = could be anyone. And if you can’t tell, why do you care?
2b) Real author running real author social means that sometimes we say unpopular things, talk about boring personal interests, spatter posts with typos, and generally misstep. These human drawbacks come part and parcel with the benefit of having a real human running the thing. We do our best, but you’re seeing the real thing, with all the good and bad that entails.
It’s all true.
I’m so glad to live in a time where it’s so easy to be exposed to my favorite authors and artists.
The thing that’s so disgusting about the murders of Trayvon Martin, Mike Brown, Sean Bell etc (a very long list) is that it’s not like we’re trying to figure out who killed them. We know perfectly well. We’re just trying to figure out if that black kid deserved to die. They’re humanity is put on trial, like being a person wasn’t enough. Black people literally have to prove that we’re worthy of living.