Now I’m active on Twitter.
I signed up when it was new and promptly let it lay dormant for ages. Then I started playing this game that required me to be on there for game advantages. Then I realised that everyone who used to have blogs now writes on Twiitter and that Twitter was easier to keep up with than my Google Reader.
So now I’ve got three places to write three very different kinds of things.
This is my novel. I’ve always been writing a novel; it’s just not always the same novel. I have a really hard time letting my characters go, because I become so attached to them and their worlds. But I’ve buckled down and committed to finish this one story by the end of this year–22 May 2010. (My years go from Birthday to Birthday…seems only fair that I not get cheated out of 5months and 3 weeks.) I can write in my novel when I just want to go on and on forever and be part of that other world.
This blog is my Mama Bear project. I can be on here when I want to write a lot, but not as much as I would when working on the book. It’s also good to have this be my Mama Bear project because this is where I boss the world around, tell the world what it isn’t doing correctly and make the world feel guilty about not leaving me more comments. Seriously, the world should finish college and lose about 40lbs.
Twitter. Where they demand that you write everything in 140 characters or less. I have sentences that are longer than 140 characters. If there’s one thing that Twitter has been good for is that it teaching me brevity. I’m learning how to be interesting in short bursts and how to edit thoughts down. It’s killing my vocabulary, though. Or maybe it’s improving it. I’ll admit that I’m a fan of the ten-dollar word. How can you not love words like ‘salacious’ and ‘cumbersome’ and ‘Muscovite’?
So, like any crazily crafty woman I’m continually bouncing between these three bowls of porridge. As a writer I’m really marvelling at this great gift. For all of the drawbacks and vales in my life, I’m honoured that God saw fit to put my span of life in the time where writers have so many delicious avenues for exercising their craft. I think of the poor folks who were writers in the days when paper was scarce, ink scarcer and audiences nil. I’m truly blessed. But boy…am I ever gonna get that novel published?