Well, I finally caved and entered the Twitter world. I know you’re shocked. In the past I have been heard to disparage the Twitt universe as superficial, self-centered, and unedifying. But then I happened on a Twitter handle (if that’s the right term) that appealed to me: Free Writing Events @writevent. They were offering a one day online pitch session with Elizabeth Winick from Mcintosh and Otis, an agent high on my To Be Queried list. Suddenly, I saw the value in Twitter and signed up.
Now you may say, “Well, she’s doing this for totally egocentric reasons. She has a book to sell. It’s the very thing she always railed against.” You would be right. I have thrown off my mantle of righteousness and joined the “me” generation, as epitomized by Twitter. Do I feel guilty? A little. Guilty that I was such a prig to begin with. Who am I to insult Twitterers? I can learn from them if not become one in my soul. So here I am: @Lives5271
Now comes the hard part…what to Tweet? I know this is half the “fun” of the site. It’s how you build “followers” that will walk into heaven or hell with you Tweet by 145 character Tweet. Yet I find I have nothing pithy to say. Perhaps I need to think in phrases instead of sentences. Not even phrases…clauses? A difficult task for me as I have been thinking in sentences and even (gasp) paragraphs all my life. So my first Tweet is a picture. In this way I superficially, self-centerly, and inedifyingly circumvent the strictures of counting. Because, as we all know, a picture is worth a thousand words.
To see the picture go to…well, you know.
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