This is going to be a short post, although probably longer than 140 characters.
Because, let’s face it, 140 just isn’t that many characters. Especially for someone who likes commas, like I do.
I was told by the very nice woman interviewing me for Radio Gorgeous last week that anyone ‘flogging a new book’ needed to tweet.
And, while I pondered the difference between ‘flogging’ and ‘chatting about’, she whipped out her phone and tweeted that she was showing me how to tweet.
And then showed me how it was now in the ‘Twitterverse’.
When the publisher later asked how the interview went, I told them all about the tweeting incident, expecting them to be as amused as I was.
They weren’t. They were pleased, and immediately tweeted that I would now be tweeting. And sent me a very long, very detailed, ‘How To’ guide.
And so, I tried. I really tried. I read the guide, I looked on line, I even bought a book. I set up an account (@EileenRileyArms).
But, the truth of the matter is, I just don’t get it.
Yes, I know, Twitter went public this week. The people behind it are now zillionaires. The Arab Spring could not have happened without it.
But, seriously, why do people do this? Who is actually interested in what most of us are doing, on a minute-by-minute basis?
Who can be as brief as 140 characters?
Why would anyone want to know that the boys are watching the big game?
Or that Elvis has a little friend?
Well, I’m interested in those things. Obviously. But why would anyone else be?
I do, however, want you to know that I have just followed two of the publishers’ recommendations for tweeting…involve dogs, and include photos.
I hope they’re impressed, even if no one else is.
Meanwhile, if you have any ideas on how to do this, or any suggestions of things I can tweet about, I would really appreciate hearing from you.
Take as many characters as you want.
Not Leo Tolstoy (aka Eileen Riley)