The Clueless Writers

Indy’s been reading Twitter again. Now, set asideIndy, a grey tiger cat the surprise as I learned he could read (which came just about at the same time I learned he could manipulate the mouse). Instead, consider this: Indy’s been following some of the Twitter conversations, and he’s particularly interested in the philanthropic work of Rachel Thompson (@RachelintheOC). Rachel, a notable self-published author, tweets at length about best practices for other self-published writers on Twitter, and Indy finds her recommendations and observations fascinating.

Not so much her taste in snacks.

“Nutella? Isn’t that some peanut butter substitute for those with allergies?”

“I don’t know, Indy. Do you see any in the cupboard?”

“It’s not like you let me dig through your cupboards,” Indy grumbled. I looked over his shoulder.

“Better you should get into Nutella than martinis,” I commented, noting Rachel’s apparent preference for the occasional cocktail. “Besides, you don’t have to share her tastes to appreciate her advice.”

Indy nodded, “It’s a shame more authors don’t pay attention to her. Have you seen all those posts on your Twitter account?”

“Not really. You’ve been hogging the computer.”

“Then use your iPhone! Most of the traffic you’ve been receiving has been from starving writers. I call them starving because I can’t see how any of them could be making money. They are all annoying their followers with blatant ads for their self-published books.”

“Then I should stop following them…”

“No, that won’t work. You see, you aren’t following them. You’re following a few people who seem to retweet everything they see. The problem is, you like those people.”

“I do?”

“Yeah, You (ahem) do write to a few of them, and they reply. They are the real twitter friends we have. But they do have a tendency to share far more than you really want. Rachel says the writers are breaking the rules, but it occurs to me the writers have to read Twitter to realize it. Then, of course, if they get kicked off, they still may not realize it, since they don’t read Twitter, just write to it. Truly clueless writers.”

“I guess it’s good,  then, that I have you watching my back.”

“I knew you’d realize that eventually.”

I shook my head and went back to my reading. At least I knew Indy wouldn’t do anything to embarrass me. He likes Twitter too much.

 

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Alan Frayer

Alan Frayer has been a computer network administrator, a computer network engineer, a certified instructor, a freelance journalist, and an Internet consultant specializing in e-commerce, marketing. This blog deals with just about none of that.

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