Entering the Twitterverse

To tweet or not to tweet.  That is the question.

My most humble apologies to the Bard, who is currently rolling over in his grave as I type this post.

Another thought:

Never say never.  Ever.  It will always come back to bite you in the butt.

Self-publishing.  Throwing caution and (miniscule) finances to the winds and hoping someone will read brilliant masterpiece.  Sounds easy, right?  You write a book, prep it for release, buy an ISBN, upload to the digital market of your choosing and BAM!  Instant sales and fans and reward.

Well…..not quite.  Apparently, social media is the driving force behind finding your potential readers.  Ok, I got this.  I do Facebook.  Cool.

Well…..not quite.  There’s a plethora of social media outlets.  Twitter among them.  I had sworn off Twitter personally for years.  I had four thoughts about Twitter—1) I can’t possibly say what I need to say in 140 characters.  Me, the girl whose paragraphs can give Charles Dickens a run for his money on a good day.  Me, the girl whose basic email is the length of The Iliad.  2) I don’t care what people are having for lunch (this was the trend for a while at the onset of the Twitterverse).  3)Facebook is enough. I can barely keep up with Facebook. And, most importantly, 4) “Tweet”.  I think this is one of the stupidest terms on the planet.  I wanted nothing whatsoever to do with an application on which I “tweeted”.  (Yes, I know I’m probably showing my age.  Yes, I realize I sound like an elitist social media snob.  I’ve embraced both of these and am ok with it.)

It turns out, you can be bombarded with pictures and/or descriptions of food people think you want to see on Facebook as well!  (I guess the trend shifted from Twitter to Facebook after a time).  I also found out that I can indeed limit my overly verbose ramblings to around 140 characters…although I have to really, really concentrate.  I am still getting used to the idea of checking Twitter.  I suppose this will become more natural with time.  However, I’m able to use both it and Facebook without going into a panic attack.  I still hate, loathe, despise, and abominate the word “tweet”.

If you’ve done any research into marketing and promotion for authors, Twitter is perhaps the biggest platform to use at the moment, spurring tons of articles and blog posts like “Twitter for Authors in 10 Minutes a Day”, and so on.   After much deliberate debate with myself (along with quite a bit of rolling of eyes and internal “bah, humbug”), I joined the Twitterverse a couple weeks ago.  I am currently up to 27 followers. Not a lot.  BUT—most of them are fellow authors, and a number of them are best-selling authors at that.  If nothing else, for this moment in time, those folks have openly welcomed me into the writing community.  This is a support and an encouragement that is like nothing else—to be accepted by your peers and those whose work you admire.  If they feel that I have something of interest to share, then potential readers will too in time.  And that’s the whole point.

I have 27 followers.  Nathan Fillion (TV’s Richard Castle) has something like 2.4 million.  (If you hear a rapid heartbeat followed by a thud that’s just me swooning over Nathan Fillion…. I’m fine.)  I won’t say I’ll never get 2.4 million followers (although this is unlikely).  See beginning of post above–Never say never.  Nonetheless, I am out there, in the Twitterverse, hashtagging my way towards publication and some lovely (albeit at 140 characters or less) communion with fellow artists in this craft we call writing.

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