To think I know nothing of the modern world.
Here's how my brain works: I've spent months torqued with guilt over -- among countless other things -- how I haven't been blogging enough. "Soon," I promised myself, "the book shall be done and then oh! What blogging I shall do."
Because my inner voice sounds a little mannered.
And then the book got done, and then done again, and then a little more done and then finally it was done. And I was still only blogging once a week. The feeling of guilt rolled over me like an itchy Dacron sweater dipped in Nutella and yea verily how I suffered. So yesterday I'm feeling my guilt and insisting I write more often and wishing I had Nutella in the house when it occurs to me that I could Twitter.
[My mother reads this blog. My mother has no idea what I've gotten into now. So Mom, Twitter is a format wherein I can send messages of no more than 140 characters about what I am doing right now; I think we all understand it will frequently involve carbohydrates or impotently shouting at the cat. ]
So if you go to www.twitter.com and type in Quinn Cummings, you'll find me.
I can't promise I'll be interesting, but I never promised that anyway.
Because my inner voice sounds a little mannered.
And then the book got done, and then done again, and then a little more done and then finally it was done. And I was still only blogging once a week. The feeling of guilt rolled over me like an itchy Dacron sweater dipped in Nutella and yea verily how I suffered. So yesterday I'm feeling my guilt and insisting I write more often and wishing I had Nutella in the house when it occurs to me that I could Twitter.
[My mother reads this blog. My mother has no idea what I've gotten into now. So Mom, Twitter is a format wherein I can send messages of no more than 140 characters about what I am doing right now; I think we all understand it will frequently involve carbohydrates or impotently shouting at the cat. ]
So if you go to www.twitter.com and type in Quinn Cummings, you'll find me.
I can't promise I'll be interesting, but I never promised that anyway.
posted by Unknown at 10:08 AM
6 Comments:
Oh hurray! I am thrilled that you're now on Twitter. Welcome the 140 character fold.
looks like your cat thinks like my cat
Welcome to Twitter ... because, naturally, we all need MORE cyber-addictions.
(I'm "__Deb" on Twitter, by the way.)
Glad to know you're twittering. I'm margalit, of course.
Mmmm. Send me a jar of Nutella and I'll follow you anywhere.
Don't feel blogger-guilt on our account, Quinn! We modern Web2.0 types just subscribe to your blog in a feed reader. We're not sitting at home, staring longingly at your web page & refreshing our browsers every 5 minutes.
Although I am now following you on Twitter.
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