to tweet or not to tweet….
Wednesday, September 2nd, 2009
That is a question crossing a lot of minds these days. My husband talked me into joining late last May. He hasn’t made a comment SINCE May. I, on the other hand have had 267 – one-hundred and forty characters or less comments.
Reasons NOT to Join Twitter:
1. You may become addicted. Seriously, no kidding here.
2. You start thinking and talking in 140 characters or less. I’ve always been that way–but I can see how it would be problematic for some. Hey, I think there are a couple of people I might invite to join. **scratching chin in a knowing way**
3. It’s yet another place to regret what you’ve said.
4. When the site is down, there is a possibility for adverse effects on your sanity.
5. You have to learn a whole new jargon… hashtags (#), RT (re-tweet), DM (direct message), FF (follow Friday) and many, many more!
Reasons TO join Twitter
1. You get to meet fantastic people that you otherwise would never meet. I’ve met about five people who are really cool and helpful writers and they’re NICE on top of it all.
2. There’s the possibility that someone famous will like what you say and repeat it to the masses, giving you credit, of course.
3. It’s a great way to advertise your blog, product, service.
4. Everyone understands when you state that “you need to take a social networking break”.
5. People share the coolest things they find online, commiserate with each other…basically communicate.
This is all considering that you do what I do and only follow people that you’ve checked out fairly well. If they have a blog, look at it and see if they are compatible with your standards or you may end up with unwanted trash in your tweets. If that does happen there’s hope, you can always unfollow them.

1. School is in.
2. Yesterday I noticed three blooms on my flower. Normally it only has two, and when I see another about to bloom I know that one flower will fall off before it gets a chance to open. This is the first time there have been three blooms all at once actually attached to the plant. I was pondering the reason why this made me so happy. It has to be that it was unexpected and it involved a pretty lilac colored flower that has a perfect yellow circle in the middle.
7. The forget-me-nots have grown, but why aren’t they flowering?
Dear to us are those who love us… but dearer are those who reject us as unworthy, for they add another life; they build a heaven before us whereof we had not dreamed, and thereby supply to us new powers out of the recesses of the spirit, and urge us to new and unattempted performances.
The dogs seemed uncharacteristically happy when I came home from dropping the kids off to school this morning. Lola hopped around wagging her tail and spinning in the only way a barrel tummied, bow-legged, bearded terrier can. She’d already been fed, watered and let loose in the backyard. I could only surmise that she knew what day it was. The start of 7 hours a day, five days a week where the only noises are Sam (my corgi mix) snoring and me punching the keyboard (or doing a little snoring myself–wait, I don’t snore). So I danced with her for a moment, letting her get her wiggles out and exclaiming that yes, I do know that the kids aren’t here.
too. There was definitely more action than in the Dessen novel (did I just compare YA fic with a western?) but it wasn’t up to McMurtry’s normal heart-pounding and gut-wrenching abilities. It wasn’t nearly as serious as the Lonesome Dove series but not as comedic as Sin Killer either. I get the feeling it was written for fun–as an easy-going western. That said, it was still superbly written with McMurtry’s trademark realistic almost lyrical back woodsy prose.
5. Currently reading Boone’s Lick by Larry McMurtry. It’s a nice change of pace from YA fiction. I wonder if Mr. McMurtry hangs out at 

That’s right, the klingon at TwiCon. And he was huge! And all I could see of him was the long black hair and a draping dark “cloak” falling to just above the heels of his heavy black boots with metal accents. Okay, I’d already seen tons of Alices and Rosalies (most wearing baseball uniforms) and there were all manner of interesting characters swarming the convention…but this guy really stuck out. I finally got a good look at the front of him when I was off the escalator. It made me smile, calmed my nerves a bit.


