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Since leaping off the "author cliff", I've discovered, once again, how differently I move through this world. While those more experienced worked on marketing before they even published, I had to convince myself I could even complete a book before I thought about how to publish it, much less market it.

Now that it's published, I've been sticking my toe into the waters of social media, which I have tended to avoid in the past for a a variety of reasons, the largest of which is an introversion bordering on pathological! Hence, I'm discovering the joys (?) of Twitter. As a die-hard Star Trek fan, I remember an episode about a planet that had become so overcrowded due to the elimination of disease that the inhabitants were deliberately introducing a deadly strain to a volunteer, so that it could spread naturally through the community and death would again keep their numbers in check. There is a visual through a window of people milling about with no room for any space bubbles between them. When I open Twitter, I feel psychologically like I'm in the episode, milling about with countless streams of consciousness! One wonders if a thought-killing virus might need to be introduced!

That said, I'm gaining followers, and choosing to follow, and am trying to "fit in" with the rest of the Twitter world on some level, as a means to an end. Along the way, I've discovered that there may be some kindred spirits out there, based on what they share, which has provided some sweet moments amid the chatter. Like sneaking off to the corner with a new friend in the middle of a loud party. Perhaps, in time, I will discover that there are others out there more like me than I thought, sharing their one-liners with those who can find them among the scraps of paper on the littered floor.