After all my ranting, after all my bitching, after all my "she doth protest too much" protesting...
...I have a Twitter account.
I read a very convincing essay on a women's blogging site that basically spoke to me as, If you want to get published, GET OVER your resistance to platform.
So I got over it.
And got addicted. Traded resistance for total submersion.
"Are you tweeting again?" my fully supportive, deeply encouraging, totally neglected husband asked me just five minutes ago. (I wasn't; I was checking Facebook!)
Ever since I started thinking that I might need to consider the possibility of having a Twitter presence, I've been thinking about my Twitter name -- JewellofaWriter -- and when I signed on and that name was available, well, obviously that is a sign.
Now everyone thinks I've totally lost my mind but really, I was hurting no one but myself by resisting Twitter. If that's part of the plan to get publish, then bring it on.
Here's something else, though: Having experienced the rapid pace and addictive nature of Twitter, I can see why there are so many articles about meditation and why people need to do it and why more people are doing it. We need to rest our minds. We need a chance to de-Twitter, de-Facebook, de-... I've run out of ideas but you get my drift.
I've added another monkey to the playpen that is my mind. Not sure if I can handle it or not but damn if "JewellofaWriter" ain't catchy!