This is the last post of my first-draft-completion extravaganza. Edits begin tomorrow. Finally. Time to whip it into shape so I can get it published and begin anew my climb to the middle. No, scratch that. The top. Or at least the top of the middle? Almost as good as the bottom of the top. I’d better stop, this is getting topsy turvy.
Wherever I end up, I’m wearing a crown and cape and referring to myself in the plural first person. Because I’m going to work hard for it.
Since this is the last post, and I don’t have anything better prepared, I’m just going to write about whatever. Nothing you can do about it.
Checking the stats for my blog, I saw that someone found me by searching for “awkward back rubbing at work by customers.” Thankfully, I have not experienced that, but I do apologize for not having the answer the searcher needed. If you’re reading this and need advice on what to do, I’d suggest a display of nonlethal force. You could use a mannequin for this if you work in a clothing store. I’m sure you could improvise with something else otherwise.
I want to do something fun with Twitter. Two ideas came to mind: 1) Do a “choose your own adventure” story, letting followers vote for the outcome; and 2) making a bunch of fictional accounts and using them to tell stories together. Something fun, maybe with 40% wackiness or so. I’ll have to ponder it some more to decide if it’s a worthwhile idea. Something to invest time in.
Spending some time lately playing Reus. It’s a fun little game. Might write a more detailed post about it soon, but for now, just know that you play as a planet and control some elemental giants. If that’s not enough to get your interest, then damn, you’re difficult. Wait until the actual recommendation post, then. Geez.
You know, I think this post is enough. I’ve been up since 2 AM, and I’d rather not word anymore. I’ll be back with more posts soon, but don’t expect anything tomorrow. As I said, IT’S EDITIN’ TIME!
It loves me, I hate it.
I hate Twitter because it is like being in a large room where everyone is talking and I can’t focus on one conversation for long. Everyone has something to say, and sometimes people at the other end of the room want to hear, so word travels between people like a more efficient game of Telephone (well, that part is pretty cool). My aversion to crowds translates to the digital world.
But I also love Twitter. It lets me yell out my random comments at the people who interest me. It’s a good networking tool. I can find lots of interesting stuff on there.
Here’s an unexpected benefit that really shouldn’t have been unexpected at all: it trains me to say more with less words. That 140-character limit can be a bitch. Here I am, trying to express myself and be less taciturn, and Twitter says, “Hey now, you think letters grow on trees, son? Give some of those back right now before I get my sack of doorknobs.”
But it’s good in a way. I tend to be liberal with word counts. Paring down what I want to say is good practice for getting to the point in my fiction, especially with short stories when every word counts. It makes me get rid of weak words. Die, unnecessary adverbs and adjectives! And then I burn the corpses so they don’t come back.
Okay, I’m done talking about Twitter. Now go RT this so all your friends can see!
P.S. WordPress recommends tags for posts. For some reason, it’s recommending “hate speech.” What the heck is that, WordPress? Is it because I’m talking smack about Twitter? Are you friends? Do you have lunch at the cafe down the street every Thursday afternoon and talk about your cat pictures?