On Connection
“I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”
–Carl W. Buehner
Ever since writing my 2018 report the other day and putting thought into 2019, I’ve become increasingly aware of a theme woven into the music of my life and now coming to the forefront: I must develop my ability to create connection, both on a personal and professional basis, and within my writing.
Because when I look at what isn’t working in my life right now, I see two sides of the same coin: needing to learn how to network in order to build my coaching practice on the one side, and being told repeatedly, “Your writing is crisp, clean, and professional, but the book just didn’t grab me…” on the other. Both of these things are about creating an emotional connection with people, whether directly or indirectly.
I’ve always been vaguely aware of this in terms of watching the audience for Suburban Jungle (and my place within the furry fandom generally)– it’s just like my friendships have been over the course of my life. SJ has a smallish knot of devoted fans, some of whom are intensely devoted to it. (NeverNever was like this too, only moreso.) As long as I can remember, I’ve had a few very close friends, and often been very challenged around getting outside of that group.
Those tight friendships (and very devoted fans) mean the
world to me and I don’t want to downplay them. But it is increasingly clear to
me as time goes on that I need to widen my circle. A small number of tight
friends can make a handful of referrals in my client hunt, but their potential
is quickly tapped out on that front. A very devoted fan might buy all of my
books and support the highest tiers of my Patreon, but they are only one fan
and cannot subsidize my life (nor would I want them to).
And besides the straightforward inability of the math to get me what I need, these small circles also don’t give me what I want. I want to help people with my coaching. I want people’s days to be better because I was in them. I want to have crowds at my table, and people writing fanfics or doing in-depth analysis of my work on Tumblr. As nice as it might be to be recognized as a genius posthumously? I want my work to be loved now.
When my Aunt Iris died, half of Fairfax and Loudoun counties
came to her funeral, and everyone– everyone–
had something to say about the way she’d connected to them. By comparison, when
my father died a year later, his funeral was attended by maybe twenty people,
including his three children, their spouses and children, and some of my
friends.
That stuck with me.
I loved my dad. Everyone there did. But there is no denying that his life was, in its way, small and limited. I don’t want mine to be.
So what am I going to do about it? I think I was starting to come to awareness of this gap when I came up with my writing goals for 2019, because I listed my goal as “Create self-satisfaction, expression, and meaningful impact in others’ lives by means of becoming a successful and widely-read author/artist.” I added as one of my goals to change my relationship to, say, my Patreon, by focusing not on the dollar amount it brings in, but by the number of subscribers who sign up and the amount of comments that are left.
Similarly, I tweeted last night, “I’ve got ~1500 followers
on Twitter and ~450 on Tumblr, and I would like to double those numbers by the
end of January. But I’m looking for, y’know, real people who will like my work,
not bots. Any suggestions on what I should do, real people?” And that’s an
important distinction! I don’t want fluffed up “metrics” that don’t mean
anything, I’m not some dot-com-era middle manager looking for clicks.
How will I do this? By finding ways to make my writing grab
people. By making more genuine connections with the people I meet. By being with people, instead of either up on a
stage or hiding at the back of the room.
If this past year was finally learning how to be friends with
myself? This coming year is going to be learning how to be friends with the
world.
“Climb the mountain to see the world, not so the world can see you.” Is that kind of what you’re getting at?
I’ve never heard that one before, but I like it!