I got over feeling self-conscious about self-promoting a long time ago. More because I found myself doing it in every day conversation anyway. So I started doing it online. I never hated twitter, but I never got it either. It wasn't until I started competing for an online writing gig (which I didn't get) that I started realizing how helpful it is.
I feel you on taking 30 minutes to construct the perfect status update for FB, but man when I was on twitter a lot more, I didn't give a flying fancy how many times people saw my annoying tweets about voting for me, or checking out my blog or adding me on so and so. I didn't that is, until I started annoying myself. You are very right, these things have to be calculated properly for a better return.
I have a question for you. Now maybe this is something I missed along the way because you've been blogging a lot longer than I've been following, but, how exactly did you get so, famous if you will? I mean duh, the content is great no doubt, that's why I come back, but in terms of the networking and the self-promoting... was it all by accident? a little more thought out? At what point did you feel like you, took off?
My own readership boomed for a while just cause I started to get to know a lot of local Phoenicians who are down to support an artist. And I even got some publicity on some local publications. But I truly had no idea how to celebrate it and use it to my advantage. I kinda silently freaked out to be honest. Lately, I'm wallowing in some sort of blog limbo (and maybe a little laziness too). My content is suffering for it. I have so many ideas in my head, which I'm sure you are familiar with, but when it comes to sitting behind the keyboard and busting out a quick post, I don't ever feel like its me anymore. Do I write about my personal adventures? Pop culture? Cats? Like, my blog needs a facelift. A resurrection. A new direction. A certain... je ne se quoi. Yes, I went there.
For some reason I feel like ending this with a Savage Love-esque acronym.
Desparately Unsure Guy All Like Duh... Oh.