The Reluctant Twitter-Mentalist

Does anyone else find Twittering a little bit intimidating?  For those of us who always think about the funny thing we should’ve said, after the event, Twitter just rubs it in.  Worse, out of the blue, my husband’s suddenly an expert and he’s now more up-to-date with stuff going on.  He knew the Oscars winners even before we switched on ‘Breakfast’.

Don’t get me wrong, I like the whole concept of Twitter.  When my book Platinum came out in paperback, I decided to Tweet in character, setting up false Twitter pages for my characters, Frankie, Emma and Peaches. The intention was to build up a fan following, by wittily tweeting in real time up until the point where the fictional action of the story took over.  It was a good idea in theory, but almost impossible to carry out in practice.

But even though I haven’t tweeted for yonks, I have hundreds of followers on Twitter some of whom have pretty dodgy profile pictures.  For example, Peaches Gold who is a fictional LA Madam, gets followed by people like ArseWorshiper, DaddyStrokes and LadyClimax.  Yikes!  Needless to say, I haven’t ‘come out’ to any of them.  I’m a bit nervous of revealing myself to these people as a track-suit clad mum of three, writing books at home.

Talking of false online identity, I watched Catfish, the other day, which is an excellent documentary following a Facebook scam.  In my opinion, a much better look at the whole idea of Facebook than The Social Network (during which I fell asleep).  Why serve red wine to women in Arthouse cinemas?  What do they expect?

I bring it up, because everywhere I look there are articles and posts urging us all to stop Twittering and Facebooking and to remember how to ‘live in the moment’. Easier said than done. Where is this fifteen minute patch of the day, where I should be ‘sitting in a quiet warm room’ and ‘contemplating my breathing’? Are the people who write these articles having a laugh? Do they have children?  Or heating they put on in March?

So, if meditation it out,  maybe I should try another of their suggestions and play a musical instrument instead?  Maybe that might help to soothe away the stresses of my everyday existence. I mooted this idea at the dinner table and the whole family started giggling, or sniggering (these days the difference is cuttingly thin).

Undeterred, I dug my old flute out of the deepest recesses of the playroom cupboard, assembled it, and played.  That shut them up.  I was shocked that after 15 years, I could still do a reasonable impression of a snake charmer. Once I’d got going, I trilled out ‘Variations On A Theme by Rossini’, a shrill little number I played back in the last century for my Grade 7 exam.  That cleared the room.  And aha!  Yes, momentarily, I did experience a smug sense of peace.

Sadly, the flute is now back in the cupboard.  There were no takers to follow in mine and James Gallway’s footsteps. The Big One has just got an electric guitar and prefers strutting round playing ACDC’s ‘Back In Black’ or ‘Sweet Home Alabama’. That’s clearly cool.  Whereas a forty something woman playing the flute, equally clearly, is not.

Maybe I should go online for the solution.  Maybe there’s a support group of Facebookers or Twitterers out there just waiting for me to join their ranks. Maybe  Or  I bet even DaddyStrokes is a member of that.

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One response to “The Reluctant Twitter-Mentalist

  1. Sarz

    I completely agree..twitter terrifies me!!

    I look forward to your blogs keep em coming please!!

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