I have no idea how I function some days. Every second hundreds of tweets flash by and dozens of Facebook posts pop up. My email is flooded with messages, spam, promotions I don’t remember signing up for, status updates for websites I haven’t visited in over two years, Google+ updates, Goodreads updates, library updates, literary magazines I’ve signed up for, updates for Facebook groups I admin, emails that have nothing to do with me, but for some reason I’m copied on them, and the occasional important letter. When I add my to-do list of forms to fill out, doctor appointments, errands, writings, and other miscellaneous tasks to the barrage of media saturation, I cringe. It isn’t the tasks that overwhelm me, I don’t mind being busy, but the sound of everything drives me crazy. Everything is way too ‘noisy’. Read more
The kids are home sick again, I’m not feeling so hot myself and while Ninjago plays over and over in the background, I’m trying to resist the urge to start scrolling on my smart phone. Don’t get me wrong, I love my smart phone and the technology that makes it so addicting. What other device has most of the answers and gives them to you with shiny pictures and the tone of your choice? I can find an article on women in science fiction written with the voice of sarcasm, high-brow snottiness, annoying snarkiness, depressing defeatism, or energetic optimism. It’s like fast-food for information, guaranteed to have it ‘your way’. Add to that the ability to communicate with friends via text messaging, phone calls (do people still do that?), email, apps, social media and the ability to pay for things. No one can argue it’s one of the most innovative devices in our lifetime.
At the beginning of May I created a Twitter account. Within that first week I gained 12 followers (maybe it was 11). When the confetti settled, I had no idea how to get more. I decided to stroll around the neighborhood and introduce myself. A few clicks later and I had followed some of my favorite authors: Stephen King (actually, I don’t read most of his books because I get nightmares, but I have great respect for the man, and his talent, and would read his books if I wasn’t such a scaredy cat), Neil Gaiman, Robin Hobb, and Terry Pratchett. It wasn’t until days later that I put two and two together and realized they probably weren’t going to follow me back, no matter how amazing I think I am.
My twitting ignorance shows up in the title of this post.
I get the idea of Twitter, I really do. I just don’t . . . get it.
I imagine this vast cyberspace, filled with millions of people all buzzing around. They’re chatting, texting, posting, and tweeting. Information zooms by quicker than any sane person can keep up with it. Read more