Well, the word "disaster" might be just a wee tad dramatic. But it's true that when you put me together with any sort of newfangled technological device (laptop computers--they're still considered cutting edge, aren't they?), weird and unexpected things begin to happen. Sometimes, when my laptop is acting all glitchy and misbehaving in explicable ways, my husband will look at me and ask, "What did you DO?" My answer is always the same: "I don't KNOW." Whenever I try to recreate the step-by-step process by which my computer has gotten completely messed up, I can never remember exactly which buttons I've pushed or icons I've clicked, or in what order I did so. It all becomes a hazy, stress-inducing blur.
My poor long-suffering husband has had to fix any number of problems for me, and I think at this point he could show the Geek Squad over at Best Buy a thing or two.
Anyhoo--this morning, I was looking at my Twitter feed...
Hold the [old-school, rotary-dial] phone, right? Yes, I opened up a Twitter account. I mentioned that already on this blog, but if you didn't happen to read this post, then you might not have been aware that this old dog has been learning some new tricks lately--"learning" being the operative word here, because I can hardly call myself a tweeting aficionado yet.
I had no plans to ever dive into the Twitter-verse (ever!), having all I can do to keep up with blogging, Facebook, Goodreads, and LinkedIn (yes, LinkedIn!! I know, right?). There was no way I was going to add another confusing form of social media to my already overflowing plate.
But I did.
Hey, everyone's doing it!
So today I'm here to say I'm so sorry, Aileen! I'm not very good at Twitter. I'm a nit-Twit! If I've called negative attention to that innocent photo of you holding my book, I apologize. It was so sweet of you to post it on Twitter!
Well, that's it for now, readers.