  | One of the downsides of what I've been doing lately (writing! haven't you been paying attention?) is that I have had to give in at last to the evils of social media. Yes I'm on Facebook, Twitter and as you ought to know by now I've been blogging as and when the urge overtakes me. What do you mean you wish it didn't overtake me so often - you can go off people! Hang on, mmnnnngh! Sorry, just squeezing out another one. Here it is, small but perfectly formed. |
I have to say that I'm finding Facebook quite addictive, in a purely authorly way of course. There's all sorts of stuff on there. Lost dogs. Cute dogs. Clever dogs. Dogs looking after dogs.
Oh, and cats!
Ricky Gervais has one apparently, he keeps putting pictures of it all over the place - what's that about!
And you can't miss anything on this wonderful medium.
Not at all!
No, as soon as you've trawled through all the posts on offer you find that another story has suddenly snuck up to lodge itself in-between that thing about the miniature donkey and the tragic tale of someone you barely know who has developed a septic toe.
Where did that spring from!
You're positive that it wasn't there when you scrolled past earlier. So then you have to go through them all again just to make sure that you haven't missed a performing porcupine or anything. It could be that my page is constantly filling up because I'm so popular and I have such a lot of 'friends' - excepting Gervais of course. God knows how he snuck his way onto my feed, or his bloody cat come to think of it!
Perhaps his cat only exists on Facebook? If it exists at all? Einstein would love this stuff if he weren't (probably, but possibly not) dead. Can't beat a bit of theoretical quantum mechanics, can you? Keep up, folks, you normally only get stuff like this from Brian Cox!
Oh, and cats!
Ricky Gervais has one apparently, he keeps putting pictures of it all over the place - what's that about!
And you can't miss anything on this wonderful medium.
Not at all!
No, as soon as you've trawled through all the posts on offer you find that another story has suddenly snuck up to lodge itself in-between that thing about the miniature donkey and the tragic tale of someone you barely know who has developed a septic toe.
Where did that spring from!
You're positive that it wasn't there when you scrolled past earlier. So then you have to go through them all again just to make sure that you haven't missed a performing porcupine or anything. It could be that my page is constantly filling up because I'm so popular and I have such a lot of 'friends' - excepting Gervais of course. God knows how he snuck his way onto my feed, or his bloody cat come to think of it!
Perhaps his cat only exists on Facebook? If it exists at all? Einstein would love this stuff if he weren't (probably, but possibly not) dead. Can't beat a bit of theoretical quantum mechanics, can you? Keep up, folks, you normally only get stuff like this from Brian Cox!
Where was I, oh yes, so Facebook does take up an inordinate amount of time. To be honest I'm feeling a bit like one of Pavlov's dogs waiting for the goody bell to ring. The iPad only has to ping and I'm back in front of the tiny screen scrolling about for all I'm worth and in all likelihood salivating in anticipation. Although I do tend to dribble quite a lot anyway, must be my age!
I was hoping to write another book, but there's a feed I'm watching about bubonic plague in Outer Mongolia and I'm expecting another post at any minute.
Twitter. There it is in one word! Twitter! It's short. Only so many characters. To use. And hashtags. You know those # things. No I don't know what they're for either. There must be some reason. But I don't know what it is. So there it is. Twitter. Very useful. If you like that sort of thing.
I don't!
There is however one overwhelming advantage, I haven't come across Ricky # bloody # Gervais yet, or his sodding cat so that's alright... oops, sorry, running out of characters.
And then there's blogging. That's what this is. Good isn't it? Oh please yourself then!
Strangely a lot of writers seem to blog about, well writing actually. Where's the fun in that?
I'm going to be glued to that guys.
No, I'm not, I was being ironic.
Personally I like to blog about anything that takes my fancy. A bit more leeway if you like. Give the punters a bit of a laugh.
So if you fancy a giggle get yourself over to www.mistybooks.net/blog and have a gander. Go back into the mists of time - I was particularly proud of the classic, 'Let me just check...' back in May and August's, 'Whatever happened to the Mayans?'
Kick off your shoes. Take a look around the rest of the site. (Except for you, Jane Lovering - last time she visited she complained there were no biscuits or comfy cushions- some people! Anyway I still haven't had a chance to pop out to the shops. Don't worry, it's on my list of things to do once I get off Facebook!) The rest of you might find a few stories on there that'll tickle your fancy.
Leave me a like - if you do 'like' of course. Throw in a comment, I've got broad shoulders, I can take it. And if you feel you must, share, share and share again. I need the publicity, I am an author after all.
And if you should bump into old Gervais while you're ambling around please ask - no tell him - to do the same, he is living rent free on my feed after all.
Just don't mention that I'm not exactly a cat person the last thing I need is a bad review!
I've never been too keen on those little goatee beard things come to think of it, but let's not mention that to him either, eh?
Did I tell you that I never really found, 'The Office,' that funny? No? Must have slipped my mind. Still, what Ricky doesn't know...
I was hoping to write another book, but there's a feed I'm watching about bubonic plague in Outer Mongolia and I'm expecting another post at any minute.
Twitter. There it is in one word! Twitter! It's short. Only so many characters. To use. And hashtags. You know those # things. No I don't know what they're for either. There must be some reason. But I don't know what it is. So there it is. Twitter. Very useful. If you like that sort of thing.
I don't!
There is however one overwhelming advantage, I haven't come across Ricky # bloody # Gervais yet, or his sodding cat so that's alright... oops, sorry, running out of characters.
And then there's blogging. That's what this is. Good isn't it? Oh please yourself then!
Strangely a lot of writers seem to blog about, well writing actually. Where's the fun in that?
I'm going to be glued to that guys.
No, I'm not, I was being ironic.
Personally I like to blog about anything that takes my fancy. A bit more leeway if you like. Give the punters a bit of a laugh.
So if you fancy a giggle get yourself over to www.mistybooks.net/blog and have a gander. Go back into the mists of time - I was particularly proud of the classic, 'Let me just check...' back in May and August's, 'Whatever happened to the Mayans?'
Kick off your shoes. Take a look around the rest of the site. (Except for you, Jane Lovering - last time she visited she complained there were no biscuits or comfy cushions- some people! Anyway I still haven't had a chance to pop out to the shops. Don't worry, it's on my list of things to do once I get off Facebook!) The rest of you might find a few stories on there that'll tickle your fancy.
Leave me a like - if you do 'like' of course. Throw in a comment, I've got broad shoulders, I can take it. And if you feel you must, share, share and share again. I need the publicity, I am an author after all.
And if you should bump into old Gervais while you're ambling around please ask - no tell him - to do the same, he is living rent free on my feed after all.
Just don't mention that I'm not exactly a cat person the last thing I need is a bad review!
I've never been too keen on those little goatee beard things come to think of it, but let's not mention that to him either, eh?
Did I tell you that I never really found, 'The Office,' that funny? No? Must have slipped my mind. Still, what Ricky doesn't know...
RSS Feed