Why I suck at being social…

I suck at being social.

How sad is that?  Not just because I am shy (because I am) and not just because I have some very mild form of social anxiety (which I do), but because I just plain ole suck at it.

From Facebook to Twitter; I always seem to lose touch with good friends.  I think a big portion of it comes with the abysmal state that the writing industry is in and probably a healthy dose of self-loathing (at my lack of putting ass-to-seat and cranking words out on a regular basis).

Forums that were once standard bearers for the horror genre have been reduced to rubble; filled with self-published garbage (most of it; I know some of it isn’t half-bad) and trolls who think that their fifth book in an epic dark urban cowboy midget fantasy series of Were-toilets has given them some kind of right to a spot at the table with those who have truly paid their dues.

Sadly, these self-righteous blow hards have really made net-cruising nearly unbearable (for me at least).

The other half is all me.  I just need to work at being a better friend.

Along with writing more blogs (so much for 5 blogs a week, eh?).