To Tweet or Not to Tweet?
That is the question! If you’re a regular tweeter (or is it twitterer?) I have to make my apologies in advance. I’m not a regular ... far from it but on the insistence of one of my publishers, I decided to become a tweeter. Well, I’m saying that but I’m not very successful at it. Apart from the tweets about my new book and odd other messages I’ve put out, I simply don’t know what to say. I can’t think of anything that will remotely interest my ‘followers’. I can’t bear to tell the world I’m making coffee now or maybe mention my family. "I’ve just picked some tomatoes from my greenhouse." Anyone interested? " Caterpillars have ruined the Brussel sprouts." No?
Add to all this, I can’t actually sign in to my account. I’ve got password and everything but it keeps saying nothing is recognised. I’ve discovered Tweetdeck and I can sign into that. When it works, I make some peculiar comment and feel very proud of myself. Ha, I can do all this! I’m part of the modern world.
Then I forget it for a while and revert to my private self. Can’t believe anyone reads it anyway. Why bother with it all? I’d rather be writing anyway and leave all this promotion to anyone who’ll do it.
But then, someone, somewhere may read and reply to a twitter (or do I mean a tweet?) I might even sell a book because I tweeted (or twittered). I’m just not sure if it’s worth it.
Then of course there’s Facebook. Haven’t even looked at that particular can of worms. I evidently have a Facebook page from the days when my granddaughter asked me to be her friend. Of course I’d do that. I even sent her a message and someone faraway sent me a message saying she felt exactly the same. I thought I was replying to my granddaughter and not to the world. The private button or something should have been pressed.
Oh dear, it’s all too much for me. I need to retire to a darkened room and lie down for a while.