I signed up to Twitter, oh, about a year ago, to see what all the fuss was about. In short order I found out I had to write something. Like daily. Even hourly. You’re kidding, right? I write a blog … albeit sporadically … and I’m usually in a panic about what to write about here. Here’s this other thing expecting me to write too. No, no, no. Too much writing. Too much pressure.
And besides that, do people really care what I do and think all day? I’m old enough to regularly forget what I just did, or just thought, or just planned to do. Like why am I standing with the fridge door open staring at the celery? No idea. And you think I’m going to write about it?
So, ha, ha, very funny. I can’t sleep so I get up. I’m planning to change the colors on my blog but I check my email instead. I don’t know why. I never get email between midnight and 5 in the morning. Other people have the sense to go to sleep.
But, surprise! I have two emails from Twitter. Twitter?
So here I am, middle of the night, finding out I have two followers on Twitter. And I don’t even know what that means. So I root around in my 300 passwords to find the Twitter login. I look under ‘Followers’ and there’s two familiar faces smiling back. And guess who? Renee Zamora from Renee’s Genealogy Blog and Mirian Midkiff from AnceStories. And probably in cahoots. Hi, Ladies! You scared me half to death. So, now what?
OK, here’s my first Twitter-like non-Twitter posting: I have nothing to say, I’m not saying anything, you couldn’t drag it out of me …
I’m going back to bed now.