I have a confession to make. I posted recently about my leaving Twitter. Well, it's true I did but the good people at Tweet central give you 30 days in which to chew on the prospect of committing social suicide and it pains me to say I did skulk back like a recently divorced man to his mother. To begin with, it was just to see what people were talking about and yes, if they were talking about me. A handful were; several Twitterfolk had voiced their concerns as to my whereabouts and then later lamented my passing as if I'd died.
I didn't write back, like the Ghost of Tweeters Past, but I did feel a pang of guilt about going away. Despite them being people I've never actually met, they were friends, at least in an online capacity. Then just the other night I broke my silence. I felt like a fraud for all the stuff I'd said about how Twitter was a giant time-sink and now, here I was, idling away time again just like before.
But it didn't feel the same; I felt alienated, I felt like I was cheating on my writing time, having an affair with the little blue bird while my scripts and articles sat on the shelf, wondering what time I'd be home. I slipped away again, relatively unnoticed, but worried about going back to my writing, knowing I was still attached to my online umbilical chord. Since the break I've been so much more productive, writing extensive character profiles for a sitcom idea, which is shaping up really nicely, and I've been asked to submit articles to a newly re-branded men's lifestyle site called gridlock magazine by editor, @benwakeling. Yes, someone actually read some of my stuff and emailed me for articles, thanks to this blog as it happens. I've got a lot to be thankful for and a lot of people to thank for it.
People like Andrea Mann (@jazzchantoozie), who first gave me the opportunity to write for the Huff, which I would never have known about if it wasn't for Twitter. Jody Thompson (@jodythompson), the editor, for putting my last Twitter blog on the front page. @Mjowen174, who basically told me to stop titting about and write, which I've done. Thanks to @OliJBA and @WGallagher for their friendships beyond the walls of Tweetsville. And thanks to @QuintinForbes, @LauraSparling, @iamchads and @artminx for the simple act of missing me when I wasn't there. Like I said, it's like quitting smoking, this Twitter shenanigan. I now equate writing success with staying-off-Twitter, so going back feels like a recipe for disaster. I have a new regime and a complete break away seems inevitable. I'm nothing if not indecisive, complicated, perplexing and exasperating. It's what sets us apart from snails and enormous, monolithic American servers, blinking ceaselessly.
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