Back when I started this blog a little over a year ago, I also launched an Instagram page.
It began as a place where I could put some of my favorite quotes, share all my photo/video projects, and talk about my journey to published author. It started just as this blog did—as a place for me to grow my audience and distract myself during the waiting game.
Having Instagram as an outlet was invaluable to me during the querying process. With each defeat, I was rallied around. With each victory, I was rallied around. While I barely have 100 followers, I definitely felt like I’ve gained a supportive community who truly care about everything I go through. It’s made up of both new friends and old, but it’s a place where I feel free to share my writing story—something I never could have imagined having the confidence to share a few years ago.
The way I ran the page was that I created all of my Instagram feed posts a month in advance and scheduled them out using a software called Planoly. It allows you to see how your feed will look and gives you some great options for saving hashtags among other things.
To be honest though, once I ran out of my favorite quotes and poems, it got tedious. It began to feel disingenuous, but I kept going because I knew the key to gaining a following is consistency. I didn’t want to mess up the aesthetic of my feed, so I kind of felt trapped to ever stop posting the type of content I was posting. It was a blog post every other Monday, a quote on Tuesdays, a photo of books on Wednesdays, a poem or song lyrics on Fridays, and a photography or videography post every other Saturday.
It wasn’t until these past two months full of mental health struggles that I stopped scheduling out content. I was afraid some of my followers would drop off; I was afraid that my feed would just go dark and I would never be able to pick up where I left off.
I’m sure you can guess where this is going…. It was truly a blessing in disguise.
I posted a couple stories just updating people on where I was, but my first real post came in the form of this photo of my nightstand drawer, and it felt like the first truly genuine post I had created in a while.
Don’t get me wrong, I am so proud of my Instagram and every post on there. But from now on, instead of just posting quotes to please the algorithm, I’m going to post what I want to.
Have those of you on Instagram dealt with this before? How do you feel about it?
Stay safe, guys.