Last week I was supposed to showcase an author and help with a blog hop. Well I did what I was supposed to do- wrote a blog post about my writing process, then give a short bio and set up the next author in the hop. I did.
and only a handful of people read the post. One comment on the post.
I felt I let my pal down. This was supposed to help set her up for traffic to her blog, give a set up for her, and give her some publicity and I failed miserably. Or did I?
I did my best. It wasn’t good enough but at least I can say I threw my heart in it. I can either sit here and seethe, WHINE about it in a blog, or look at what went wrong and next time change it. The next time I will do things a little differently. I will have more of a build-up to it, have more posts about it during the week, and spam the hell out of everyone in general with it.
But did I really fail? Isn’t failure when you don’t learn from your mistakes? When you do not try? Maybe I have a different definition of failure than some people.
According to my definition, I didn’t fail. I simply didn’t get the results I’d hoped for. It means I know what NOT to do next time, and there will be a next time.