You might argue that I need to get a life. I may actually agree with you. And more so, I need to finish a draft for the upcoming deadline, and yet I am fiddling with my new Twitter account.
As a reward for invested time, this is how my Twitter account plumped up since last night. I am trying to get the Book Club up and running, and to engage readers in the #HugoChallenge on Facebook . I even tweeted all the five Hugo-nominated authors! Why? Because I have Twitter now! That’s why! But mainly because I want to invite their fans to participate.
Some of my quirky observations about the Twitter so far:
- It appears to be customary in the Twitter ecosystem to tweet about every minutiae in life. As a new kid on the block, I tried to fit in.
- All the fake bot accounts were getting on my nerves.
- Messages from authors assuring that they will mutilate themselves in various ways to convince me to read their books. Meh, I consider it an expensive marketing strategy, mostly in medical bills. Unfortunately when I subscribed to the spam weeding program, all those messages disappeared. Too bad, they were hysterical. But before I realized how to get rid of those self-destructive spamming writers, I tweeted about it.
- Followers with names like ‘S*xy Babes’ and such. Meh I also had a response to that.
- Finally, Disappointment of the day:
Here’s to more days to come on Twitter. Check me out over there, so I get to see a real person once in a while. Speaking of #RealPeople it was a treasure to see there Rachael Ritchey and Simon Farnell. That was the highlight of the day.