So, a confession.
I am (so much more than) addicted to Twitter.
So Nova Ren Suma and Suzanne Young (I don’t know which one started it) decided to do a Twitter vacation, where they left Twitter for a week, Nov. 1st-7th. And lo and behold, people followed, myself included.
Someone recently complimented me on my level of productivity, and my response was that I couldn’t bear to consider how much MORE productive I would be if I didn’t live on Twitter. Well, here’s a chance to find out.
So, a little over a day in, and I must admit it’s much harder than I expected. I use Twitter as my break between bouts of writing. I use it to catch up on the lives of my friends, of authors, and of the publishing industry. I use it because I like sharing random and most likely inane things, and commenting on other people’s random (and sometimes inane) things, and commenting on/complaining about/”offering insight” into the writing process :p I use it to waste time, and I fully accept the fact I’m wasting time.
It’s hard not being on Twitter. I won’t say it’s not productive. I wrote right around 2,000 words yesterday, and hoping to hit the 5,000 mark (total) today. But it definitely requires a level of discipline I don’t believe I possess. So am I giving up? Nope. Not yet, anyway. If my edits arrive, and I need to turn to my twitter-friends for support, I most certainly will. But right now I will not surrender! Because I have applications to finish, and books to read, and books to WRITE, and none of those things are (technically) dependent on Twitter.
I will admit, however, that I have basically hooked up a feeding tube to my inbox, and am harassing many of my friends mightily in Twitter’s absence. But hey, I can’t give up EVERYTHING.