Have a Fiction Blog? Try Sharing on Reddit


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Like any blogger, I’m always searching for new ways to grow my audience. Nevertheless, as a fiction blogger I understand my needs are quite different from others. My target audience is readers who love fiction. While several social media sites have allowed me to connect with other writers and feel like I’m part of a community, there’s always that challenge to attract visitors to my latest posts.

Enter Reddit. I only started using Reddit this year, and found this to be a great place to share my latest stories. If you’re unfamiliar with Reddit, it’s a social networking site where users can submit links and posts. Everything submitted is organized under categories called “subreddits.” Trust me, you can find a subreddit for anything. Looking for world news? There’s a subreddit for that. Want to join in-depth discussions on the Pokemon universe? There’s a subreddit for that. See where I’m going with this?

I sought out Subreddits that I thought targeted the same audience I wanted for my fiction. While the number of visitors is relatively small (alright, very small), I highly recommend Reddit for fiction bloggers starting out. Furthermore, Reddit allows users to leave comments, so you also benefit from direct feedback.

Disclaimer: Reddit is very strict about spamming subreddits with your posts. The general rule, according to kissmetrics, is that only one out of ten submissions can be of your own content. Overposting can result in your account being banned, so it’s important to adhere to this rule. It’s also important to read the rules of each subreddit and structure your post accordingly.

With all that being said, Below are a two subreddits that I’ve used to share my stories:

  • r/shortstories

    For people who enjoy writing and sharing short stories, I highly recommend this subreddit. Users have the ability to share stories as a text submission or through a link. You are required to tag your post with the appropriate genre (e.g. Horror, Science Fiction). This subreddit does ask you to comment on three other posts before leaving one of your own, and I think that’s completely reasonable.

  • r/fiction

    This is very similar to the short story subreddit with the added ability to post longer works of fiction such as novels and plays. While there are fewer subscribers than the short stories subreddit, there are no comment requirements.

I know I’ve only listed two subreddits, but the advantage is that these subscribers match my audience. I’m continuing to explore other subreddits, and I’ll post those I find are useful.

Has anyone had any good or bad luck using Reddit? Does anyone have any other advice for us writing blogger? Leave a comment below!

This post is part of a new series I’m dedicating to sharing my experiences as a fiction blogger. Feel free to leave any questions or suggestions on what you’d like my next topic to be!

1 Event That Will Help You Expand Your Readership: Meet and Greet

As a way to expand the readership on this blog, I’m participating in the “Meet and Greet” put together by the blog “Dream Big, Dream Often.” Everyone should check out this blog, as Danny focuses on helping others stay motivated and pursue their goals.

Dream Big, Dream Often

imagesWhat day is it??!!  Meet and Greet Day!

Ok so here are the rules:

  1. Leave a link to your page or post in the comments of this post.
  2. Reblog this post.  It helps you, it helps me, it helps everyone!  So don’t be selfish, hit the reblog button.
  3. Edit your reblog post and add tags (i.e. reblogging, reblog, meet n greet, link party, etc.), it helps, trust me on this one.
  4. Share this post on social media.  Many of my non-blogger friends love that I put the Meet n Greet on Facebook and Twitter because they find new bloggers to follow.  This helps also, trust me.
  5. And if you leave a link and don’t follow me, how about ya show ole Danny some love?

Now that all the rules have been clearly explained get out there and meet n greet your butts off!

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#AmWritingChallenge – Days 1-10

This month I’m participating in the #AmWritingChallenge on Instagram. In case you haven’t heard of it, each day you take a photo of something related to your life as a writer. I’ve provided the list below:

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Today I decided to post my photos and captions from the first ten days of the challenge. Feel free to leave comments below. Also share links to your own photos if you’re participating in the challenge too!

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Day 1 – From Where I Write

Now that it’s warm outside, I write on the couch in our backyard.

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Day 2 – A Page From Your Manuscript

I write short stories, and this is from a current work in progress

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Day 3 – What You Drink When You Write

I drink coffee and water while writing. I save the whiskey until after 6…

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Day  4 – Procrastination Device

Mine is my laptop, so I can watch YouTube videos

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Day 5 – Inspirational Quote

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Day 6 – Morning Habit

Most mornings I go to the coffee shop to get some work and writing done

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Day 7 – You computer

Pretty self-explanatory. Does the site on the screen look familiar?

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Day 8 – Neglected Project

This is a short story I started a year ago and never finished. Hoping to revisit it soon.

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Day 9 – Shelfie!

My shelf runs along my dresser…

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Day 10 – Your Published Works

My flash fiction piece “Bandleader Bob” was featured on the Drabble last month – new 100 word stories published everyday!

Basement Scene

I was in the hospital, the emergency room, waiting. Waiting for an update on the something that happened. I wasn’t alone – Justin was there too, just as he was when the something happened. We called a Lyft driver to follow the ambulance that came to take Toby away.

I really can’t explain, that something that happened. It’s easy to describe what happened before it – the party, the beer pong and band playing AC/DC covers in the basement. Toby played bass guitar for the band. He stepped out onto our porch during intermission. The clock struck midnight minutes before and the bitter cold air greeted us into the New Year.

“2013,” Toby said. He smoked just like the rest of us. Between breaths and the smoke it seemed as if we could see the time rise and disappear.

“Thanks again for playing tonight,” I said. Toby and his band had a chance to play New Year’s Eve at a bar downtown. He convinced the rest of his band to play in my basement. We charged five dollars a head and over fifty people came.

Justin was out on the porch too. He was the lead singer. He sang “Highway to Hell,” right before midnight. Out on the porch he took a quick drag from his girlfriend’s cigarette and told Toby to come back into the basement for a couple more songs.

“We could’ve made more,” he said to Toby. This was probably true. I stayed outside and finished my cigarette with some people I didn’t know. The lights flickered and screams came from inside.

I ran downstairs to the basement and saw Toby unconscious with his bass across his chest. Everyone had a different story. He blacked out. He shocked himself. He mixed the wrong substances.

And that’s why Justin and I were in the emergency room, waiting. We didn’t know what happened, and we wanted to know. I was very worried about Toby, I was. I also wanted to know if it, the something, was somehow my fault. If the wiring in the basement was faulty. If I pressured him into taking one shot too many. I really, really hoped it wasn’t my fault. I was worried for Toby, but I really hoped it wasn’t my fault.

Hot Wheels

I went for a walk on a Saturday morning and found a yard sale. Working the yard sale was a woman. She had her hair in a ponytail and talked with her hands. I overheard her say how excited she was to be moving to Virginia.

“I’ll be closer to my sister and mother,” she said to another woman holding an infant in her arms. The other woman nodded and bounced in place.

There were two tables across the lawn. Everything spread on the first was junk, at least to me. Little porcelain figurines of pigs and cows and elephants. Plastic plates and glasses that shone in the sun. My eyes burned from the glares.

The second table was different. I looked at Pearl Jam cassettes and withered Hardy Boys books and Hot Wheels cars. Behind this table was the house’s porch and sitting on the steps was a man with a bottle of Coke in his hand. He watched the woman and the infant.

“How much are the Hot Wheels?” I asked.

He looked over to me and shrugged his shoulders. “I’ll give you the whole container for five dollars.”

I considered it. My nephew was turning six next month. I also thought about keeping them for myself. I liked Hot Wheels as a kid. I remembered how me and my neighbor would race them across the wooden boards in his basement. We both would cheat and then accuse the other of cheating. We would fight and I would storm off only to come back the next day.

“There’s some good stuff in here,” I said. I picked up one – a white ferrari with a red strip down the center. I had one just like it.

“That one’s my favorite,” he said. He stood up and walked over to the table. He shoved the books and cassettes to the side, picked up the Hot Wheels container and dumped them on the table.

“Honey, what are you doing?” the woman said. The other woman with the infant had left.

“I’m keeping these,” he said. He then looked to me, “Sorry, these aren’t for sale.”

I shrugged my shoulders.

“We agreed to leave all this behind,” the woman said.

“I changed my mind,” he said. He looked to me again. “You’ll back me up, right?”

“I really should be going,” I said.

He scoffed and shook his head. “You’re an asshole.”

“We’re not keeping these,” the woman said. He looked back to her and started ranting. I turned and left.

The man was mad at me, I knew that. I also didn’t know him, or her. I wasn’t going to take sides. I wasn’t about to pull myself into the argument that was about to happen, that was happening, as I walked down the street.