I’ve been on twitter for a while, even though I didn’t use it much for a long time. I don’t have a smart phone, so I’m not really into texting, and that made twitter less fun, I think.
Anyway. I wanted to see how long I’ve been on there. I tried a couple of online tools, and they all said I was typing in my username incorrectly, which I most certainly was not, thank you very much. Finally I found How Long on Twitter at TWOP Charts, which was nice enough to work, yay.
So here’s what I got.
Yes. I have been on twitter since May 2009.
I started learning about twitter to help my sister publicize her acting group for children, and to help spread news about my church. Now I don’t do the church info. My sister died in November of 2009, but I am still involved with the children’s acting group. My niece runs it now. It is just notable how much life can change. I went back to working at the newspaper after that, and did a twitter for the paper as well. Then the paper sold to another company and I ended up writing my novels.
That’s why I started getting into twitter. The Internet says that twitter’s where the action is, in the publishing business. I think they’re right. I’m following lots of agents and editors and writers on there. I’ve learned quite a bit and made some contacts, and I feel like I’m closer to that world than I would be without it. So I keep reading, and posting, even when I’m not really sure it’s the most comfortable place for me to be.
And this isn’t even what I was planning on writing about when I started today. I wanted to write about the thousandth tweet.
You might have noticed on the above chart that I am currently sitting at 999 tweets. This is monumental for me. I also have 123 followers, which is pretty mind-blowing. Everyone else on twitter seems to say such witty, fantastic things and I feel like the village idiot, blathering to myself in a corner and trying to fit in.
But the 999 tweets.
It seems like 1,000 tweets is kind of a big deal. How did I get to 1,000 tweets? I have a hard time coming up with anything to say on there. It’s hard being slick and fun in 144 characters or less, and I’m more of a “best left unsaid” type of person anyway. Well, mostly.
So when I saw that I was at 999 this morning, I froze. I tweeted last night a couple of times – no big deal – but I didn’t know how close I was.
I wish I had just gone over 1,000 and not noticed. But I did. This morning I noticed. Nine hundred and ninety-nine. And now it seems like it must not only be noticed, it must be commemorated.
But how?
Oh, sure. I could blow it off. Ha ha, one thousandth tweet. Or, wasting my life, 1,000 tweets. Or, celebrate! One thousand tweets! But it doesn’t feel right.
I’d like it to be more poignant. Something better. Something deeper.
But then that feels silly. It’s not really a milestone. it’s just a thousand tweets. That’s not really anything. It’s like rolling over to all zeros on a car odometer. It’s not a real thing. It’s only a thing because we make it a thing in our heads.
And still, I can’t stop sitting here with a little smile on my face. Because anything could happen today. It’s my thousandth tweet. Something fantastic could happen today, and I could give tweet about it.
And maybe not.
It’s almost exciting.
Almost.
What will be my one thousandth tweet?
What would you tweet about?
Today I mixed business with pleasure when I visited a library in the next town over and listened to three Young Adult authors talk about their books and careers.
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Time of the Witches – This one focuses on the Salem witch trials and the effect on the life of an orphan named Drucilla. She is separated from her bff, Gabe, and moves in with a crazypants woman and her weird family. After she and her foster sister start visiting the servant of the town’s new reverend, several girls, including Drucilla, start claiming they are being attacked by witches.
Tulsa Burning – A story of a boy named Noble who lives in the small town of Wekiwa and faces the Tulsa race riot of 1921. His friend is trapped in Tulsa, and Noble (nicknamed “Nobe”) goes into the burning city to find him. Wekiwa had a lot of twists with who was related to who – I would have liked to have seen a dossier on all of the people who lived in the town!
Stolen by the Sea – A girl named Maggie rides out the Galveston hurricane of 1900. I didn’t even know about this event before reading the book. According to Wikipedia, the Galveston hurricane is the deadliest natural disaster to ever strike the United States. An estimated 6,000-12,000 people died. In the book, Maggie stays in her home, struggling for survival with the help of Felipe, a Mexican boy from the orphanage who works for her father.
Graveyard Girl – Another new event for me – the yellow fever epidemic in Memphis in 1878. I loved the newspaper quotes at the beginning. I also adored a quote from Grace, the Graveyard Girl, about life and death. This was a library book, and I meant to write it down before I returned the book yesterday, but of course I didn’t. Figures. I did not really love the artwork on the front, and I was surprised at how that colored my view of the title character. It reminded me of someone, and that was hard to shake. On Amazon there’s a different cover for the paperback, which obscures Grace’s face. I wish I’d seen that one first.
Flying Blind – Told from two points of view – a young boy named Ben and…wait for it…a macaw named Murphy! I enjoyed it. This book looked at the problem of plume hunting in Florida at the turn of the 20th century. The line between right and wrong isn’t so clear when Ben learns that two of the plume hunters are orphans that use the sales of feathers to survive. Plume hunting took a terrible toll on birds, with millions being killed every year just for fashionable hats for women.
Fire in the Hills – This one was about a girl in a tiny Oklahoma town who loses her mother and cares for an ill military deserter during World War I. I liked the main character, Hallie, quite a bit and wouldn’t have minded this story going on a little longer.
Oh, My. Word.

I was at the Mustang Library the other day, being a grown-up creeper in the young adult section, as usual, when I saw Hinton’s young adult books. I saw the original four, and then I spotted Taming the Star Runner.
