As a person who is, as Angela Lansbury would say, “somewhere between forty and death,” I am not as proficient with social media sites as those who were born in the Game Boy age. But I have made attempts both with Facebook and, my latest, Twitter. At the suggestion of my publicist, we asked a few college-age people to sign me up for suitable people/organizations to follow on Twitter, in hopes that those people would, in turn, follow my Tweets. I guess the effort was successful; I now follow more than 1,200 Tweeps (as they are called) and I am being followed by just over 200 at this writing.
I composed a few informative tweets (eight at that time), and then received a message from one of my followers saying something on the order of “You would have more followers if you sent out tweets more often.” This from a woman who had sent out more than 11,000 tweets. I don’t know about you, but I haven’t done 11,000 things worth reporting to strangers in my whole life, so if that’s her standard she can unfollow and unfriend me if she wishes.
Who knows, however, what the future holds. As my books make their way into the world, perhaps that’s how fans will let me know they have enjoyed them. And if that’s what it takes to establish a foothold as an author, then I’ll tweet up a birdsong of a storm.