I think I've been conned, or made a very poor decision. Possibly both.
I started a Twitter account and after less than 48 hours I think I regret it. I can't delete it just yet; that would make me look like a complete loser.
Why did I do this if it's such a burden? you ask. Well, as a writer, I'm supposed to have a platform. I think my platform is coming along nicely, what with all the expatty stuff I write and 'do'. Apparently however, I need thousands upon thousands of Twitter and Facebook followers to attract a publisher. They aren't content with a damn good book, a previously published author with oddles of presence and a solid platform these days. Oh no. They're ten a penny. What you have to bring now, is a ready made audience.
I can't be bothered with the FB thing. I'm quite familiar with all that and people don't just stumble upon your page. It's a lot of work for questionable reward. I was, however, assured by at least a thousand people that Twitter was wonderful, I would soon get the hang of it, and it was positively essential for my writer cred.
Trouble is, I can't think of a single thing to say. In just a few words anyway. She who hasn't met a silence she coldn't fill, a comment box she could ignore, is struggling to Tweet.
People - I need reassurance.
Oh yes, and what's the # thing anyway?
(You can find me as @ToniHargis on Twitter, since the ExpatMum name was already taken.)