Twitter Break ends tomorrow. We can tweet again with impunity. We can RT to our heart’s content. We can stalk any publishing professionals we want without getting arrested. And, hey, we can take every single ridiculous, grammatically painful quiz on Facebook and no one can stop us! (Maybe I’ll keep on abstaining from that last one.)
I know there were some other writers who were thinking of joining me for Twitter (and Facebook) Break… wonder how it went for them. Hey, Rachel, Victoria, Tiffany, Martha, Jessica, Karen, Debbie, Valerie, Laura, Yojo, Eliza, Charlotte, Liz, Nan, Laura, Rajat, Sarah Jane, how’d it go? Tell me one of you magically wrote a whole novel this week. If you did, I’ll never log in to Twitter again. I know Suz rocked it.
As for me: I wrote a lot, but I don’t think I’ll meet all my goals. Still… it’s a good start to my new writing schedule. Sure, I got a little lonely for a moment there, but I did get tested by the universe and held out to the very end. But in just seven days, I feel like I have no idea what’s happening with my publishing friends or my writing friends or my Cali friends or my Chicago friends or anyone! So, surely, you’ll see me in my usual place on Twitter tomorrow.
And I guess this was all only practice, because I’m planning to be offline for four weeks this April. Please make me strong. If I snail-mail tweets, will someone post them for me? It could be like a post-postmodern art project.