Imagine having a full-time job reading tweets. Well, there are such jobs.
I read that the CIA reads five million tweets a day. By the time I’m done typing this, it’s probably a whole lot more.
Disclosure: I’m not a tweeter, or a twit, as DH likes to call it.
I blog here, and have a Facebook account I should be more attentive to. I have a homemade un-jazzy website, and adore Verla Kay’s BlueBoard, the best hangout place for us Kid-lit(t)ers, a.k.a. those who write for children.
I have “Internet presence” though not quite “a platform,” phrases bandied about in Marketing 101 courses. This is all good, and I should strive to make it better. Maybe join the tweeters, and give the CIA more work.
Here’s the sacred line I will not cross: the real communication work, for me, is writing stories. It comes before the rest. What’s more, real life is when I de-couple from the keyboard and make dinner for my family, or walk with a friend.
Real life and real work come first.
So if you are reading this to take a coffee break with me, I love you for stopping by, and I hope the coffee’s good, too. Just don’t, please, use it as a way to do less of the rest.
And the CIA? I think they have enough to do.