I don't want to!
Why am I feeling so rebellious on this subject? It's hard to say exactly. Partly, I suppose I am just old-fashioned, though there are other reasons. As it is, there are so many tools available for book promotion that I have to make myself stop, or the next novel would never be written and I would lose myself in web pages and end up stuck in an author's cafe somewhere tangled in karmic chains. (By the way, karmic chains are wonderful things, but they can get distracting.) So the first reason is:
1. Time, obviously, and complication.
2. I'm turning into more and more of a hermit. Oh, I love people, but I also like running away from them. I like being alone, having time to think, and I find that I'm much nicer in company if I've spent a nice long day on my own ahead of time. I realize the days of the reclusive writer are over, but this blog and a Facebook page are relatively easy to avoid if avoidance is required for my peace of mind. But the more connected to the world I become, the more I long sometimes to rid myself of it all and run away somewhere, perhaps the Channel Islands, to scrawl novels with pen and ink, possibly on papyrus.
3. I have a crippling fear of turning into one of those people who tweet uncomfortably personal details of their lives, or stuff that's just plain boring. Would I, for lack of subject, end up tweeting every time I trim my fingernails or find something spoiled in the back of the refrigerator? Doubtful, perhaps, but terrifying to contemplate.
4. I'm mulishly stubborn, often about the most pointless things, but I get a considerable amount of satisfaction out of not giving in. What is the the point of this free will of mine if I don't use it?
These may all be very feeble reasons, but there they are. Anyone with any arguments for or against please feel free to comment.