So what is it with Twitter? Friends shake their heads in disbelief that I’m straying into such questionable territory and offspring couldn’t care less (too busy Facebooking). I guess quite a few readers of this blog are similarly disengaged.
I can only say, don’t knock it until you have tried it. It’s quick, it’s easy, it’s fun. For the solitary writer (is there any other kind?) it can be a heartwarming link to other souls.
It can also be useful. You can pick up Tweets about snow, transport or writing competitions.
I have a Twitter ‘gadget’ on my Dell desktop. While gazing out of the window sitting at my desk writing last week, a Tweet arrived from Bloomsbury Books saying ’email now’ to win a free copy of The Calligrapher’s Daughter by Eugenia Kim. I did. I won. It arrived.
What’s in it for Bloomsbury? They get a mention here and eventually I’ll post a review – all grist to the marketing mill.
By the way, did I also say that Twitter is like TV? You only need to watch what or whom you want to. And you can always turn it off.
All of which reminds me I have been neglecting Library Thing and have at least three reads to post on there including Anita Shreve’s Testimony (not quite a freebie but almost, courtesy of a Telegraph Tesco voucher!)
This is a writer whom I admire more and more. But her website is another matter. Kill the music, please!
