I came home late last night from a "Sisters in Crime" presentation with my brain fogged and an unwelcome image of the "spiders" that crawl the net looking for keywords. Early on I had vowed never to join Twitter, never to tweet, and seeing the presenters' pages of inane soundbytes didn't much change my mind. I don't have enough to do in life without responding to cute comments all day long? No, I don't "text" either.
But it looks like it's the way the world runs now, especially if you want to publish books or do anything creative. As one of the presenters said wistfully, "It's not enough to write a great book anymore."
Oh, you also have to "brand" yourself. The next time you see me, look carefully at my forehead.
Seriously, I'd love to get your feedback. Are any of you on Twitter? Am I the embodiment of the Last Typewriter Standing mentality, about to be swept away? Let mek
But it looks like it's the way the world runs now, especially if you want to publish books or do anything creative. As one of the presenters said wistfully, "It's not enough to write a great book anymore."
Oh, you also have to "brand" yourself. The next time you see me, look carefully at my forehead.
Seriously, I'd love to get your feedback. Are any of you on Twitter? Am I the embodiment of the Last Typewriter Standing mentality, about to be swept away? Let mek