Sighhhhhh.
Social media.
My art Instagram is almost 10 years old. I was never an avid user but I posted and grew a smallish following that I was content with. This was long before the “high quality content” days of social media. This was back when you could post whatever the hell you wanted and it would get dozens of likes almost instantly from followers and randos alike. I know, it sounds like a fantasy.
I abandoned it for a few years, starting around 2020. Life suddenly got stressful for some obscure reason. But all the while I was working on this story behind the scenes. Writing the script, reworking the script, going to writing workshops, networking with people… I didn’t have time to stare at my phone for hours on end (I’m side-eyeing you, TikTok).
Fast forward to now: I blew the dust and cobwebs off of my IG and started posting again a few weeks ago. Now listen, I know engagement has been catastrophically low for everyone ever since Instagram decided to unabashedly restructure their algorithm to prioritize content they can monetize either via ads or partnerships… I know. I’m nothing special here. It’s not a conspiracy. But I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t bothered at all by the abysmal reach. Because (plot twist) I absolutely am. And I’m the b*tch that doesn’t do social media.
So we have a problem.
I’m gonna do ye olde Post Every Day As Much As Possible strategy for a few months to see if that turns the tides and if it doesn’t, I’m deleting my account @nellieatyoursix and starting fresh. I really don’t want to do this. I don’t want to care so much. But if I want anyone to read my damn thing then I have to do the stupid dance like everyone else. Cosmos give me strengthhhh.