When you say something on Twitter, and no one answers you, does that mean you are talking to yourself? That is the question running through my brain this morning. I tend to do this a lot on Twitter unless I am responding to someone elses tweet. Even then, if they don’t reply, I am back to the same question. On Facebook this isn’t an issue because the only people on my list are friends that I know. So they respond to most of what I say or ask, as I do with them. However, Twitter is a bit different. These people don’t know me from a hole in a wall. A lot of people on my list are authors (both published and unpublished), editors, bloggers and agents. This is because I went through @JulieALindsey’s list and followed a lot of people she does. They all seem to be such a close-knit bunch. So much so that I have flashbacks to high school. I most definitely wasn’t a part of the “in crowd”. I refused to do backflips then and so I will refuse to do them now. I feel weird saying something to someone who is obviously talking to someone else. Though I have been told it’s okay to jump in. Still feels weird though. Not interrupting a conversation is the first rule of manners. My momma raised me right.
So since starting my Twitter quest I have found several people who I converse with. Obviously I don’t aspire to converse with everyone and I realize that a lot of people follow me because I follow them or they are just trying to build their own numbers. Some even think I am a author…HA that’s so laughable. Most of those that I talk to tend to be other bloggers. I need to find out what they know. They all have super cool blogs. I even added a few of my favorites to my blog roll, check them out! Though again, I don’t really aspire to be a big website anytime in the foreseeable future. I am content to write my daily blah blah blah’s. But how cool are they? They get books straight from authors and publishing companies to review…I find that so cool. I can’t imagine any author actually caring what I have to say. In fact when Cynthia Eden commented on the review I wrote about her book I almost fainted…seriously.
So there again, we are back to the question. Am I just talking to myself? Wouldn’t that make me crazy? Not that a realization that I may be crazy would surprise me. Acceptance is a wonderful thing.
So I guess I go back to talking to myself. Maybe some fellow crazies will find me among the masses. We can talk to ourselves in tandem.