Twitter is the online equivalent of a pack of licorice all-sorts. There are tweets that trigger a frenzy – replies, follows, retweets, click throughs, outrage, excitement and more. These are those aniseedy jelly blobs covered in 100s and 1000s sprinkles that are snatched first from the lolly bowl.
There are tweeters that are consistently insightful, informative and fun – the dependable striped cubes from the allsorts pack. Good value in sensible quantities.
And there are those that serve up the plain licorice chunks that are always left in the bowl until they go green and leathery. Twisted and you’ll wish you didn’t indulge.
I embraced Twitter reluctantly but quickly became a convert. There’s a poetry to many snapshot tweets and often an honesty that comes with paring yourself to 140 characters. By following specific groups I feel part of those communities. I get updates and insights into the lives of other authors, journos, artists and more – including some that show me the super successful struggle with and/or celebrate the same things as me.
For instance, Neil Gaiman posted this as I was drafting this post:
@neilhimself: If there is a feeling better than that strange moment when a stalled story unsticks and becomes inevitable, I do not know what it could be.
Neil Gaiman has written novels for adults and children, comic books, screenplays, picture books and more. I attended an event at the State Library when fans waited three hours for his autograph. Yet he and I have something in common. I have sat and waited with a story I’m working on. Waited for the pieces of the plot to fall into place. Waited for closure.
The moment when understanding arrives is probably short of rapture but it feels mighty fine.
Other Twitter moments that struck a chord with me follow. I might add to this list as suitable tweets occur.
@parisreview: “The good thing about writing books is that you can dream while you are awake.” – Murakami (Interviews Vol. 4 http://bit.ly/3zPzeV)
@parisreview: “Writing is making sense of life.” -Nadine Gordimer http://bit.ly/4DHqMl
@parisreview: Delay is natural to a writer. He is like a surfer — he bides his time, waits for the perfect wave on which to ride in. -E.B. White
@tomwaits: Writing songs is like capturing birds w/o killing them. Sometimes you end up with nothing but a mouthful of feathers.
@tomwaits: I’d rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy. http://www.tomwaits.com
@PaulSherwen: Good African Proverb for today: If you get chased up a tree by a buffalo – enjoy the view.