‘You should be on twitter, Mum, connect with other writers,’ said my son, nodding wisely.
‘I don’t have enough time as it is. I don’t think so.’
‘But it will only take 5 minutes, I’ll help you.’
‘Umm, ok.’ I agreed, glad of a chance to spend some time with my 16 year old technical whizz and learnt three things,
1) I only understand, on average, every fifth word my son says nowadays. I thought tweets were something birds did, and hashtags sound like they should be smoked.
2) I have reached an age where I am easily confused. I regret laughing at my Mum all those years ago trying to get to grips with setting the video to record. Technology is overwhelming.
3) Nothing takes 5 minutes.
It took 45 minutes to find a name. Seriously. Every and all variations of my first, second, maiden and married name needed to include a string of digits I would never remember. Fabricating Fiction was too many characters. Fabfiction was taken (although not being used – grrr). I eventually settled on @fab_fiction, even though I suspect it sounds a teensy bit pretentious.
So now what? Actually I’m not sure. Bored with the amount of time it took me to choose a name my son has wandered off leaving me alone with an empty feed and no idea how to find people to follow.
I think I’ll grab a can of Guiness out the fridge. Now that’s my kind of widget.
Is it worth it. Any advice gratefully received.