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?