Once upon a time when the internet was young, I loved a blog called Faster Than Kudzu.Â It was funny.Â It was insightful.Â It belonged to Jocelyn Jackson, who is an author.Â I would follow along on her blog as she was writing her next book.Â She’d go on writing retreats.Â The book would be submitted.Â It would finally come out.Â I was excited.Â I watched this sweet little book being born.Â
Then I would read the book.Â
And I wouldn’t like it.Â
It happened over and over.Â Her books are much darker than her real life (or blog persona).Â I gave up trying to read her books when in one the main character shoots her dog by accident.Â She was aiming for her ex.Â I had to sit myself down and forceably remember that she loved her dog in real life and would never hurt him so I didn’t hate her forever.Â (Note that I was fine with the character shooting at her ex.)Â It was my first experience with loving the author but not loving the book.Â Â
Sadly, she shut down her blog a few years ago.Â I miss it.Â I haven’t picked up her latest books.
But she isn’t the only writer who I’ve watched birth books (and babies and lives) that I then didn’t enjoy reading.Â With social media it happens more and more often.Â I follow a bunch of authors on Twitter.Â There are several whose tweets I love that I’ve tried to read a few times but haven’t enjoyed the books.Â They would post times when their books were going on sale and I’d buy them.Â I figured I liked their writing/tweeting so I want to support them.Â I got maybe a chapter or two in and realized that it just wasn’t going to work for me.Â I’d be bored. Then I feel like a bad internet friend.Â Â
I’m not going to be naming names of the people I still follow and sometimes interact with but **whispers** I haven’t finished their books.Â I feel bad enough already.
Do you have those authors in your life or am I just the worst internet friend ever?