My wonderful husband of the past fifteen years is not exactly a social media guru. He’s on Facebook and Myspace simply because he likes to compete with my friend count. This doesn’t bother me, but I think it’s funny that of the two if us I know more about social networking. If you were to look “bookworm” up in the dictionary my picture will be there but you won’t know it’s me. I have a book in my face. It’s true that most of my online time is spent promoting my writing. If I didn’t have published books I might not ever sign into Twitter. However, I’m still learning the ropes of how to work my way around the world wide web and I think I might be getting the hang of it…maybe.
Not too long ago I updated my status on one site, then signed off and switched to another site to update my status there. When I signed into a third, my status had been updated with the same information twice. Oops. I forgot it would do that. I forgot that everything can easily be connected so I really only have to sign into one thing to update everything. This is a good system, I think, if I can just get the hang of it. On another day I posted a comment to the Houston Children’s Museum. I’d forgotten I was signed in as Missy Jane rather than my real name. My current avatar is my book cover with a bare male chest on it. Oops. At least I gave some other moms their daily eye-candy.
Aside from my online hiccups there are also people “following” and befriending me that I might never interact with offline. Sometimes that’s good, sometimes that’s bad, but it’s always very interesting. Overall, I think social networking is a great tool personally and professionally. I might not quite “get it” yet, but I’m having a blast learning.
Do you Twitter, Facebook and/or Myspace? I’m on all three as well as Goodreads, and a few other online forums. Check out my website for all of my links. Post a comment with one of your online hiccups and you could win a Missy Jane prize pack!
*Make reading a guilty pleasure…*
Two Week Trial, BLURB:
Hi. My name is Mari. I’m of average height, average weight, average looks and I hold an average position at Hardy’s All Goods, my personal version of retail hell. To sum up, I’m nothing special. So why has Devon Campbell, the city’s Most Eligible Bachelor—and my unrequited high-school crush—suddenly crashed back into my life, claiming I’m the one who got away?
Devon can’t possibly want to keep me for the long haul, right? My screwed-up past is enough to make anyone run screaming in the opposite direction. Still, he’s determined I give him a chance…and I’d be crazy to turn down his offer of a two-week trial.