Tangling with Twitter
There’s an upgrade coming to You Think Too Much, and it seemed like as good a time as any to make the leap onto Twitter. As if the universe wholeheartedly agreed, I got an e-mail from someone who likes my blog and asked if he could follow me on Twitter. At the same time, I’m preparing to embark on the roller coaster ride that is trying to get a novel published, and Twitter opens up all kinds of resources for the countless multitudes who are riding along. For example, on Twitter you can follow along as someone finally signs with an agent for the first time, with all the attendant joy and congratulations. But Twitter, my friends, is no pair of fuzzy socks.
There’s the whole starting over again feeling that Twitter involves. I’ve spent about two years now slowly, slowly, slowly building up a following for my blog, so that now, I have the vague, if possibly fleeting sense, that someone out there is reading what I write. With Twitter, I have to start from ground zero, sending words out into the universe and hoping that eventually someone will find them.
Then there are so many questions. Can I tweet Rich Eisen and ask him what the guys on Game Day Morning were doing before they came on air, or would that be rude and kind of stalkerish? How exactly do hashtags work? The first person I followed on Twitter was Chad Johnson, and I have to confess that I don’t understand about 80% of what he’s saying. What exactly am I supposed to Tweet and why? And who am I if I become someone who tweets?
Mostly, there’s the vague sense on Twitter that things are happening and there are things I should be doing, but I really have no idea what they are. It’s a fast-moving world on Twitter. I have no doubt that there are things to love about it. It was just a short seven years ago when I joined Facebook, and look at me now; I can’t remember the last time I went a whole day without checking Facebook. I’m not sure if that’s good or bad.
I’ve no doubt I’ll figure this whole Twitter thing out, and perhaps life will be better in some way because of it. At the very least, I will gain intimate insight into the life of Chad Johnson…assuming I figure out how to decipher his tweets. Perhaps I will find out what happens behind the scenes on Game Day Morning. Maybe I’ll get my novel published. In the meantime, I still have fuzzy socks.
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