Hello, world. Yes, that’s me, over in the corner, wearing my dunce cap. *waves*
Over two months without a blog post; shameful. What’s my excuse? I blame Twitter.
Yes. Clearly (very clearly) one of the main challenges I face as a writer is time management. And the biggest timesuck in my world is Twitter. Don’t get me wrong, I love Twitter. I love following lots of writing and publishing people and hearing about new trends, ideas, techniques, and services. I love celebrating when an indie author releases a new book, or someone announces a book deal, or a release date. And the people I follow on Twitter are smart, fun, and fabulous.
But therein lies the problem: I don’t want to miss anything. If I’m not constantly refreshing my stream and obsessively reading it, I might not catch this conversation, or that new blog post, or the link to a timely article, or even the latest picture of a hottie who just might be the perfect model for one of my heroes.
No doubt there are people who can stay on top of all that and still be focused and productive in their writing lives. I, alas, have not yet reached that level of multi-tasking ninjaness, and perhaps I never will.
Technology is a wonderful thing, but I need to unplug, to quiet my mind and my world. The worlds and characters inside me are shy. They need encouragement to come out to play, and it’s hard to attend to them when the noise-to-signal ratio gets too high.
Twitter, I have to keep you at arm’s length, sparing you just a few precious moments out of my writing day. It’s not you, really, it’s me. But don’t worry, I’ll be around. I just can’t quit you.