I hear that sound too much lately, mostly in my own head. The sound of time sliding by one tick at a time, while anxiety and too many shinies take precedence.
It’s early morning…early early morning. I have 45 minutes before I have to get ready for work, so I want to be productive and start the day with some wordage. I pull up my current manuscript in progress, and stare at the last sentence. Yanno…that same one I stared at the night before. It didn’t change. Gremlins didn’t park themselves all cozy on my couch, pull the blanket up that the old lady dog pulled down, and work magic on my story overnight. They also, by the way, did not clean the bathroom, wipe down the kitchen, or run a load of laundry, but I think they might have had a frat party in my daughter’s room. Damn lazy gremlins.
So anyway, that sentence is still there, and the cursor is blinking at me, waiting for brilliant inspiration. Inspiration that clearly hasn’t awakened yet, so I take a swallow of coffee and click over to Twitter for a minute. Just a minute. Just to see what the other coffee-swilling-half-awake people are doing. I see that my agent was up at 3:30 in the morning, spouting brilliance and retweeting important information. I marvel that anyone thinks that clearly at that time of–um–day. Oh, and there’s a friend of mine who debuted a few months before me, linking to her perfectly organized blog and those of fifty of her closest friends, before she sits down to write all day and knock out ten books this year. Okay, maybe that’s a bit over the top. But she’s awesome and my hero, seriously. I want to be her. So I click over to her website and check out her latest updates, notice a great idea that I want to incorporate on my site. Actually, I saw this same idea done on another author’s site the other day, so I go there as well. Yep, there it is. I like how she’s done it a little better, so I make a note of it, and then go to my own website.
My first reaction is the familiar one of disgust, as there are so many things I need to update. It’s Wednesday and I didn’t get a chance to pre-write and post anything the night before, because I was taking my daughter to get the oil changed in her car and then stopping to get greasy fried chicken for dinner to comfort myself over the speeding ticket I got on the way home from work…but that’s yesterday’s drama, so I get back to my website. I check the clock, and grimace that twenty minutes have passed, and I really don’t have time to deal with the updates right now. I’ll do that tonight, when I get home, after I’ve cooked something–which is a good question–what am I cooking tonight? My daughter has an appointment, and– Anyway. I’ll write the post when I get to work, and post it from my phone. Yeah–there will be time for that.
So I click back over to the manuscript. There is a good scene going, so why can’t I see what’s next? Why am I stuck with these two people talking at a table, it should be funny, it should flow. Why aren’t they working with me? Maybe I’ll go back and read a little. Or work on the first pass pages from my November release, that my publisher sent me. No, that’s a long-term duty, and I only have–I look at the clock on the side table–fifteen more minutes.
I click back over to Twitter, and see someone’s link to their Facebook page, which I click on, knowing in the back of my mind I shouldn’t. It’s another author friend, talking about getting ready for RWA National Conference, which is in a week, and I’m going too. I read about her preparation, and think about my own scarce wardrobe and what I’m bringing for my signing table, and wonder if it is enough. I wonder if I should hook up with other authors and do something fun for the Literacy Signing. I wonder if I should do a newsletter drawing. I wonder if my crazy local airport will keep from screwing up my luggage. I think about the promo items in my closet and wonder how I’m going to get all that packed in with my clothes so it isn’t a nightmare at the airport. I make a mental note to add some things to my ever growing RWA list of things to do, and then remember that I really wanted to have a certain word count done on this manuscript before having breakfast with my editor at the conference next Friday.
Deep sigh. I click back over to my manuscript. I type in a sentence, then backspace it away. I type in a different sentence, and hit Save. Because I’ve looked at the clock again, and I have three minutes left.
Time to get ready for the day job. I’ll go pour another cup of coffee. It will be better tonight. After whatever I cook and laundry and pulling out those promo items. The words will be there tonight.
Twitter allows you to tweet 140 characters. Facebook? Yesterday FB announced that your status updates can be more than 60,000 characters. You can now post a status update measuring 63,206 characters.
So, anyone reading this who is a novelist or would-be novelist could actually post your entire novel in about 9 status updates!
Facebook character limits have been expanding since March 2009 when the limit was barely bigger than Twitter’s, at 160 characters. Then 420 characters, then this summer it jumped from 500 to 5,000 and now 63,206!!!
A lot of us enjoyed Twitter and Facebook because it kept things short and sweet. Would you ever post a message this long?
CNN announced on October 4th that ex-Facebook president Sean Parker has broken down. And tweeted!
“Sorry, Zuck, I had to do it eventually,” Parker wrote last Monday on his newly minted Twitter account.
This apology to Facebook CEO Mark Zuckerberg is, so far, Sean Parker’s only post. But by Tuesday morning he’d already racked up nearly 24,000 followers. On the Rival Networking Site!!!
Sean Parker was at the helm of Facebook in its early days and is best known because of the movie “The Social Network” where he’s portrayed by Justin Timberlake. By the way, Parker has called the movie pure fiction, saying that he was portrayed inaccurately.
Sean Parker’s Twitter debut comes right at a time when it appears he’s about to launch his latest e-venture – a video service called Airtime.
Maybe Parker doesn’t owe Zuckerberg an apology yet. Parker’s Facebook page has more than 38,000 “likes” – outpacing his Twitter feed.
So, which is your favorite social media site – Facebook or Twitter?