You type out your thoughts and ideas.
Sometimes words flow easily and your fingers, though nimble, can’t keep pace. Other times you type, delete, backspace, start again. You stare at the white of your screen, the blinking cursor. You wait for the words to come.
When you finish your post, those three or four or five hundred hard-won words: you tweet, you wait. You’re looking for a response, some comments or a string of re-tweets. »
You know I love Twitter, right?
I’ve written a lot about my enthusiasm for Twitter. So, this morning, when a Facebook friend— his name is Brian— posted a link to his brand new blog, I asked him if he uses Twitter.
His response: “I’m on Twitter, but it’s completely useless as a promotion tool! Twitter = Everyone speaking, no one listening!”
Before we go any further, let me tell you that I »
Four years ago today, I got up early to drive to the airport to pick up my sister-in-law, Dana.
Round-bellied, I had spent Christmas afternoon taking down our Christmas tree and getting our home in order. My two young daughters didn’t seem bothered by the day we spent packing up and putting away. As we worked, we talked about the baby born on Christmas day —the greatest gift of all — and about the gift »
It’s the night before Christmas Eve. Throughout this season, I have been reflecting on how different my life is this year than last: I am living in a new home, a new state; I started a new job with a new team; I am writing this new blog.
Looking for ideas for this before-Christmas post, I clicked over to the other blog to read what I posted last year. What I discovered is »
In the summer of 2009, I attended a half-day conference . As my friend and I filled out our name tags, I suggested that we put our Twitter handles on our tags instead of our names.
I’d been tweeting for about two months at that point, and I was hooked. When I introduced myself as my Twitter handle, I began to merge my personal identity and brand with the brand of the blog I »