Nowadays, people like to publish their own words. Over and over.
Have you noticed?
Let's take Twitter for example.
I think Twitter is Twee.
This is because I am a failed Twitterer, Tweeple, Tweeper or Twitter user.
I'm now known as a Twat (I don't care what that word means where you come from, it means a failed twitterer in this new social networking dark age).
Simply because I cannot handle the banality of the real world.
I was being bombarded bihourly by status updates and tweets and clever texts from people who were friends of acquaintances of my friends' friends about...........about...........bugger all really. Nothing, nada.
Seriously people, Ronan Keating didn't actually mean it when he sang, you say it best when you say nothing at all. I don't find the news that you are eating peanut butter toast at 6am in the morning or that you just had sex, interesting at all. I know, my lack of interest is disappointing when I'm sure your life means something. To you and yours.
I took being a Twit seriously. I even went in seach of lives less twitordinary.
I am now so over Twitter that I can't even walk past the bird cage and look Cyril in the eyes without wanting to put my hands around his little neck and squeeze tight....... tweet, tweet, tweet
It used to be that only a privileged few got their writing published. However, now we have little keyboards in front of us no matter where we are and we can easily self publish. It's so prolific that I think we need to re-establish the ground rules for writing in the first person. Short of limiting it to ex Presidents, heroes, sports stars or Madams, we need to be mindful of the crap going out into the ether.
Otherwise it's faux writing my friends. We've erased the distinction between a note left on the kitchen counter, a few words shared face to face and a publishable work.
So, unless we have some really exciting answers to the question, what are you doing, then we should just refrain from letting our fingers do the talking. And type nothing at all.
Take a look at Jon Stewart's take on the Twitter phenomenon . So true.
Till next time.
Sorry, what did you just say? What am I doing?
"It's 1am, goin to bed in l'pard print pjs & new anti-aging cream, takin B'bry and Laptop, just in case u have somethin really interest'g to tell me about what ur doin, remember, non fiction is overated." Tweet, tweet......