on social media

Take a second, and breathe.

In through your nose, out through your mouth.

In and out.

In and out.

Every time a piece of writing gets accepted, my heart swells and the flitting bliss of happiness washes over me. I'm grateful, I really am. To know there's someone out there who reckons with your words. A sense of belonging. A sense of purpose.

But there's also that question: are you on social media? Like Twitter, Instagram, Facebook...

Every time I say no, not really. Well, I do have Facebook. But I'm not that active.

Every time the new issue earns a Twitter post, with a list of the writers tags @.......@.......@.......

And my name is in rebellious black font: Kathy Mak

I've thought about it. In this day and age, in this industry, to be known, to make a mark, we need to have social media. To reach more people, to go further.

But I'm also unsure about the attention. The need to post. Becomes some sort of addiction for likes. For followers. For fame. The urge to get that instant feedback. To get more. More. More.

I question: what becomes of my writing then?