I joined Facebook. I feel like an old lady in a miniskirt. Putting on some of this new-fangled stuff, like Facebook, YouTube, Twitter, must look pathetic to youngsters like my 23 year-old son and daughter, both of whom can text while doing five other things. They keep abreast of their bank balances, election results and the weather forecast all while walking and chewing gum.
On the other hand, this purple-pants wearing hottie, always a multi-tasker, can barely keep my passwords straight on this stuff.
But beware, because I am learning. A couple of my geezerfied friends (you know who you are) have joined me in this new writer’s must-dos. We are brave, we platform seekers. We are persistent. We will do almost anything to promote our writing.
We bow to the marketing folks when they assure me their ideas for book covers are what sells (I hear ya, Barbara!). We write when the rewards are a couple bucks and a really nice blanket. OK so the blanket was a publisher’s Christmas gift to me–I keep it in the car trunk for emergencies.
You might say I’m in the driver’s seat of writing, heading off into parts unknown, open to opportunities in wall-to-wall comments, goofy posted pix or blog heaven. Oldies but goodies in miniskirts, like me, need that blanket to cover up the pitifully white legs. Whether I’m facebooking or blogspotting or twittering, I’m going for it. See you at the top.