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Writing on Twitter: It’s Madness
This happened last week. I don’t know what to make of it.
Hi, friends! I hope you had a fine Thanksgiving, with no real casualties besides the turkey. Families still intact and speaking. No food poisoning. Everyone vaccinated and happy about it. Ours was quiet and lovely and, like so many of you, I’ve had my fill of turkey, maybe forever.
I want to thank you for hanging around. I mean that. Between preparing for Thanksgiving and packing and closing up the house for winter, I’ve been busy and slightly out of touch. We’ve left our beloved island and we’ll be spending a month or so in Southern Michigan with our daughter. Then, just before the New Year, we’ll be heading further south, along with a whole mess of other snow birds heading to those places where our old bones can keep warm.
All that to say writing here may be sporadic for a while until we get settled. But I’ll no doubt find time for Twitter. And sometimes Facebook, where, for the most part, I mind my Ps and Qs and stick to my own lovable community.
But you all know by now that I have a thing for Twitter. Most of the time I love that place! I worry, though, that all of those short utterings take away from the real writing I should be doing. But that doesn’t stop me from spending hours there. Nearly every day. (So if you’re looking for me, I’m usually…
