The Marketing and Networking Skills of a Socially Awkward Guru

The title fits my persona with my social anxiety issues and PTSD; hence, the title. This is why I enjoy being a writer sharing my story instead sitting in front of thousands singing, rapping, or even speaking. I can still get my message through with my writing skills without the fear of stumbling on my words and stuttering, or even having a panic attack in front of large crowds.

One of many, many triggers of my PTSD today, which will also be featured in my fifth book, The Road to Coping. It’ll be a continuation of my military story and guidance of alternative therapies that I use to keep me as sane as possible and ease my symptoms.

My current publication has revealed some truth in my networking and marketing skills. It obviously isn’t the usual tools that majority of writers use to get their stories and names out into the world, but it’s been working for me.

I won’t deny that there was still a bit of doubt in my progress. I mean, a total of two years to get this book situated. Well, one year consisted of the writing, but it shouldn’t have taken one year to actually design, edit, and publish it, but what is life?

Two years may have felt like a dry spell during the time that was spent; as I look back though, I have a very different perception. The ranking that the social site, Authorgraph, for writers like myself has proven that I have a strong support system, who has shown unconditional patience and love with me and my message from time to time. Authorgraph has recently shown me that The Road to Healing: An Equestrian Therapy is ranked at least two million places higher than both Evolution of Oneself: My Poetic Memoir and Underground Poetry. How does this come about? A lot of investment, marketing, education, and networking. Here is a list of what my successful tools that I continue to use:

1. Education:

If you are able to invest in college, DO IT! Especially if you aren’t educated on the dreams and goals you want to accomplish in life. Invest in the education. INVEST, INVEST, INVEST!

I have had my share of courses that fit the credentials I need to be a successful writer, even if the program itself isn’t directly intended for a writing degree. I have had numerous writing courses for electives, granted, failing my English class twice. Yes, my English instructor tried to push me to my full potential, but my time management got in the way, hence failing the class, not once, but twice! The gracious outcome of it all though, is she is still one of my biggest supporters in my authorship and writing career that I continue to build.

Writing and literature classes aren’t the only classes that have benefited me. My current degree I am working towards is in the Visual Communications field. If you don’t know what that is, the best description I can explain is, it’s a hybrid degree between Graphic Design and Film Production. My actual career goal is still the film industry, whether it’s short films, documentaries, script writing, etc. In order to even get in the door for a career on that level, you need to provide numerous articulate skillsets. In this program, I learned numerous Adobe software to edit, create, and improved on my book designs, book layouts, web design, typography, kinetic videography in a huge manner. I have also had the ability to use my photography education and put it towards video.

Other learning investments I came about with marketing and networking is from those I keep close to me. Read blogs of professions who have already set wave to their paths. Oh em gee, you are reading mine as we speak. 👅


2. Support and Invest in Individuals who Support and Invest in You
This investment advisement falls sort of into the networking tool. I have done my share of not just investing money or time into my own goals, but I have expressed my support in numerous projects from my ‘go-getter’ friends, whether it was purchasing their music albums or mixtapes, donating to their Indiegogo fundraiser page, travel to support them during their accomplishments whether it be guest speaking at events or graduating their Juror Doctorate degree, promoting their projects via social media, etc. What you put out does and will come back to you.

3. Invest in Yourself

This reflects back on my last post about Minimalism and the values you hold in life. If you are trying to build a business, a huge factor in development is investment. If you are a photographer, buy that camera. If you are a videographer, buy that drone. If you are a writer, buy those books to read  to keep those creative juices moving. If you want to move to another state, save your damn money and invest in a new place when you get out to your destination. If you want to travel, spend your money on traveling. If you find a career or location that actually feeds your soul, invest in that rather than buying new clothes, shoes, DVDs, CDs, video games, or other distractions on a weekly basis. There is a reason the wealthy remains the wealthy. Those who know how to keep their money and investments alive don’t blow their means away, but then again, there is always that one individual. Don’t be that broke individual who hoards shit that you only used once or twice.

4. Networking on Social Media:

I am not talking about just creating an account on Facebook and ‘friending’ everyone and anyone. Keep your account as personal, but you can still apply yourself to groups on Facebook that is relevant to your path in your career. I am involved in over a dozen groups that are considered for writers and bloggers like myself. We share expertise and our works to one another for criticism and support.

Don’t limit yourself on social media, if you are trying to get your name out on a business level. The most effective social platforms beyond Facebook in my experiences are Twitter, Google+. and Instagram. There are also social sites out there that are strictly for writers and readers to discover new Authors. I have my own author page on Goodreads and Amazon. I also have an account on Buplish.com. Also, I have expanded  my poetry on numerous sites like poemhunter.com and poetry.com. Through those social sites, I have gained thousands of fans, collaborations, connections, critiques, and a few I actually consider friends. You cannot build your foundation alone.

On the flipside; keep your personal circle small. Make sure it is also filled with ‘go-getters’ beyond your family and loved ones who will keep you motivated on your journey. Don’t fear having friends from all walks of life. Don’t let the propaganda bullshit separate you from your heart and what is right. Coming together is one of the most important factors in today’s and age. It will help you to grow in your heart and in your mind. Get rid of those associates that hold you back. Keep with those who push you as an individual, even if they push your buttons. This ability will help expand your mind,  as well as, keeping you humble in your journey. The smaller and realer the circle is, less the drama will be unraveled.

5. Publishing My Books
The site I was recommended and still use is createspace.com. For me, I have the knowledge to design a book cover and a book layout, so I do not have to invest anything into those steps when it comes time to publish my book. Also, it helps me build my business beyond my photography skill sets. The more you can do for your foundation for business, the most likely you’ll be capable of continuing and expand. Especially if you want to grow your business and not apply towards someone else’s.

6. Most Importantly, Blogging
Writers need to stay connected with their readers, or the readers will lose interest in their works. Just write. Any topic that intrigues you. For me, it’s my poetry, short stories, fan fictions, philosophy, and mental health that are majority of my blog’s posts. I have a pattern of writing more posts when I am on break from school, because that’s when I am actually capable of sitting down and sorting out my thoughts. The expressions with your blog helps your viewers feel involved and reaching out to you for certain advisement, tips, and possibly work.
If I come up with anything else on marketing and networking, I will surely write another blog, but for now, I am off to be productive before a 12-hour shift at work.

Teaser For "Psychological Demons" II

 I will not reveal the part of the story this teaser is from, but here is a sneak peak of one of the novel projects on my list. A suspense/drama about a female combat veteran fighting her psychological war, as she tries to keep her relationship with her father alive. Hope you enjoy it!
 

 Chapter ??

            A middle-aged man clusters half-packed boxes together in a bedroom. There are little children’s drawings on the sides of two boxes and another one that’s got a rip on a flap on the top of the box. The fourth box is ducted-taped shut. The man seems flustered with what to do with the dolls in the boxes. The man, known as Joe Sydney, stands about five foot nine inches. He picks up a faded and raggedy doll, with a missing button eye. The main gazes at it, with his pierce blue eyes, like it’s showing him a video of his daughter from when she was ten in its one eye. A flashback.
            A tan, Caucasian hand knocks on the opened door of the bedroom. The entrance of the doorway reveals Joe’s brother, Victor.
            “Are you okay, Joe?” Victor asks.
            Joe responds while being still being in a trance with the doll.
            “Yeah.”
            Victor continues, “Sure feels like yesterday.”
            As Victor steps closer to help with the boxes, Joe snaps out of his trance and back into reality.
            “Huh?” Joe replies short.
            “Little Evey,”
            “Oh, yeah. You are right, Victor.”
            “She has grown to be a great woman.”
            “Eve will always be my baby girl in my eyes, Victor.”
            Victor examines his brother, as Joe returns to his frantic situation of getting the room together for Eve’s return from her tour of duty in Afghanistan. However, Joe isn’t fooled. What he fears most is change.
            “Joe, war changes people. We learned this through dad. Just don’t let it get the best of you or your relationship with Eve. You are all you two got since Mary’s passing.”
            “You are acting like you aren’t family anymore, Victor.”
            “You know what I mean, big brother.”
            Joe smiles and chuckles a bit at Victor. Victor returns with a sigh and a smile. He tosses a stuffed animal that he picked up during his conversation with his older brother. Victor then walks out of the bedroom and into the kitchen to help himself into the refrigerator. As he grabs an apple and heads to the island in the middle of the kitchen, he notices a military newspaper with the headlines, “First Female in Front Line Unit Returns Home.” He picks it up to notice Eve on the front cover with her Army fatigues on, dirt on her face, a 9M on her hip holster, and a M4 at the low ready and loaded for any event to exploit. Victor takes the newspaper back to Eve’s bedroom where Joe is still packing the childish objects.
            “Joe, what the hell is this?!”
            Joe looks up once again at Victor to wonder what he is addressing, and widens his eyes as if he’s been guilty of something. Joe takes a deep sigh as Victor continues integrating his brother.
            “Is Eve asking for a death wish with this new task? Why didn’t you prevent her from signing up for this?!” The intensity grew in Victor’s voice as the protective uncle trait reveals itself in his questions.
            “Victor, calm down. I may not agree with her decisions, but they are hers to make. She’s 21 now. I can’t control her choices, as much as I would like to.”
            “I am not sure if I should be calm or concerned about your collective approach to this discovery.”
            “Trust me, I already went through my grieving and unacceptance process with her before she left for basic two years ago. She has become one of the best soldiers the Army has ever experienced with.”
            “Well, I am glad you feel that way.” Victor’s reply was short and sweet, but his voice still revealed a bit of anger for Joe’s secret. There was an awkward pause before Joe insisted a drink or two to ease the tension.
            “Let’s head to Frankie’s Bar for a couple rounds. I will explain more once you ease yourself a bit.” There was a pause as Joe moved the last box to the closet to organize a bit before he and Victor left the house. Joe continues, “I am surprised you aren’t taken this better than I. I thought I be more of the protective parent for Eve.”
            “I guess I am more disappointed in you keeping the secret from me. We use to tell each other everything when we were kids, Joe.”
            “I’m sorry, Vic. I’ll make it up to you. I’ll buy tonight. All rounds.”
            “I can’t refuse that offer.” Victor smiles. “Alright, you are forgiven.” Vic pauses. “This time!”
            The guys make their way to Joe’s red F150 Ford truck that is parked in the driveway. Joe climbs into the driver side, as Vic climbs on the passenger side. The truck is started up and starts driving out of the driveway and down the road.
The house seems to sit just on the outskirts of a small city, population of about 15,000. Enough people to make an honest living in Oregon. The town, Coos Bay, sits on the Pacific coast for an extraordinary view for the ocean front property.  It’s a perfect time of year for the scenery as the trees reveal through the color changes of mid-Autumn.
 Chapter ??
“SGT Sydney,” yells the commanding officer in front of the formation of soldiers in an outdoor environment. The environment is mixed with mountains, sand, brushes, burbs, barbed wire, and guard towers. It’s a forward operating base in the midst of Afghanistan. A couple of apaches fly over the formation towards the mountains in the distance, as Eve runs from her place in the formation, as squad leader for the fourth squad. Eve stands about 5’8” with brown, medium hair and blue eyes. She stands at attention in front of her commanding officer, Captain Forester. A tall, 6’0” male, brown hair, brown eyes. Eve salutes, as the commanding officer salutes back. 
“Attention to Order! The Department of the Army has awarded Sergeant (promotable) Eve J. Sydney the Army Commendation Medal for outstanding service during Operation Enduring Freedom while being the first female to serve in Alpha Company, 10thMountain Division, in combative missions. Her dedication to the unit’s mission, superior performance, and leadership greatly add success to the deployment. Sergeant Eve J. Sydney’s actions are in keeping with the highest traditions of the United States Army, bringing great credit upon herself, Alpha Company, the 10th Mountain Division, and the United States Army,” scripted by a fellow soldier in front of the formation.
As the commander finishes pinning the award on Eve, the rest of the formation applauds in sync with one another, along with a few whoops and hollers from Eve’s team. Captain Forester hands over the certificate of the award with the left hands and shakes with the right, as he exchanges a few words with Eve.
“Proud of you SGT Sydney. You’ve been through hell and back, but you are one strong bone.”
“Thank you, sir. It’s all in the job.”
Once the hand shake ends, Eve salutes once more in a professional manner and returns to her spot in the formation.
“At ease!” recalls the commander. The formation rests as Forester continues to speak.
“Soldiers, I cannot thank you enough for the outstanding job you have done to complete the tasks requested by our government. I could not ask for any one better than the person you all see when you all look into the mirror every night before you lay your head to rest. Regardless of everyone’s religion, I have prayed day and night during our mission here for all of you guys. God must have heard them, because we are blessed without any casualties so far in this deployment, but do not let this factor put your guard down. We still have one week left before our asses are on a plane and get the hell out of here, so please stay alert until we are up in the air and heading home.”
The captain adjust his standing to attention, then the commander continues his demands.
“Company, attention!”
The rest of the formation stands at attention and replies, “Hooah!”
“I’m proud of each and every one of you. Keep it up.”
 Forester looks across his soldiers left to right before revealing his last command, “Fallout!”
The commander turns around and heads to his tent in the distance. The company falls out as six of the soldiers surround Eve and congratulates her for her award. Eve returns with smiles and high fives.

A River Flow (Poetry)

I’m waiting for the day

I fall head over feet;

Like I did with you.

(No names necessary.)

I’m waiting for the moment

I can erase my fears;

Change my world view.

(No explanation, really.)

Still,

I feel the same.

Deep within,

I can never change.

I look back and notice,

Progression to where…

I need to be in my life.

(I know I’ll get there.)

I look in the present,

I can’t sense a thing…

The strength of my own vice.

(Over exposing my own thoughts here.)

Still,

I feel the same.

Deep within,

I can never change.

This is what I know,

No matter what is brought’n

For tomorrow,

Nothing can change me.

(Time. Money. Relationships. Success.)

Except for me, myself, & I.

So let this life ride.

No control. A river flow.

2014©H.M. Gautsch

Talk (Poetry)

Words aren’t with value,
If actions don’t follow.
I’m far from perfect,
But my few promises are never hollow.

Society consumes its addiction,
Of hatred and negative vibes.
It doesn’t matter of intentions,
It’s the same patterns I find.

I rather be around no one,
Than be around the chaos.
For people are so quick to judge,
Even for those who are pathos.

I love to express my emotions,
But society these days make it very hard.
I will always have the upper hand,
For I continue to hold the trump card.

You can talk or type your words,
Without skipping a beat.
But if you can’t walk the walk,
How is it we are supposed to believe?

So play all the games you want,
I refuse to go down without a fight.
I will continue to create my Utopia,
Through my heart, soul, body, and mind.

With or without you,
I will continue this fulfilling mission.
There is no turning back,
For I continue to listen to my intuition.

©H.M.Gautsch

Nature’s Morning Song (Poetry)


The cool breeze,

Enhances this new feeling,

In my soul.

The sun rays enter,

In my body,

Warmth’s my heart.

The robins & cardinals,

Sings the verses in harmony.

The toads & frogs,

Battle for the choruses’ melody.

The dying storm,

In the far distant,

Gives the creation its beat.

The freshly young sun,

Dances while it rises,

From the Far East.

A new day has begun,

With a love-filled sky.

As one of nature’s morning song,

Gives us a vision for our minds.

©H.M. Gautsch