I have had an intense “failure to launch” created by my own perfectionism or just plain chicken-heartedness, no offense to the chickens. I have never sent out a mass email to my friends and family announcing the grand opening of my website or my blog. Yikes! If I can’t even invite friends and family, then whom do I think will be looking and reading? Well, the word strangers comes to mind. Much easier to imagine strangers reading my blog posts and either enjoying my musings or dismissing me with a click, never to be seen or heard of again. But when I think of people I know (who, in turn, know me) taking a look, my cheeks get a bit red and hot, and another word, mortification, comes to mind. The same thing happens with my fiction writing. My manuscript that I think is nearly ready to send out into the great big world is clearly not ready for my mother, my husband, or my sister to see. As for my friends, well, for the most part, they’d have to pry it out of my cold, dead fingers.
I have thus determined that I am not immune to the somewhat disturbing trend of our time, laying it all out there (well, maybe not all of it) on the Internet for anyone to see, while maintaining a modest decorum in real life. There is hope, however. Miley Cyrus said goodbye to twitter last week. That has to count for something. I haven’t yet said hello to it, or uttered my first tweet, but now that Miley has made room, perhaps my time has come. Now I just have to invite everyone I know with one of those intriguing little taglines: Follow me on twitter.