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SPIRIT AND DUST DAY

Spirit and Dust has been released from captivity in the US. Already there have been sightings.Spirit and Dust

For the next week (until May 23) if you TWEET a picture of Spirit and Dust in the wild (in a store, in your house, in your shopping bag, on a bus/train/plane) then you will go into a drawing to win a signed copy of the first Goodnight adventure, Texas Gothic.  Here’s the deal, though. You MUST used the hashtag #SpiritandDust to be entered. (Because otherwise I won’t see your post.)

Not on Twitter? There will be other chances to win stuff coming soon.

Truth vs Fiction

Recently, for reasons that I will let you wonder about, I have begun a vain attempt to wedge a small gap between Rosemary Clement-Moore the (amazing! talented!) author of (award-winning!) books and what let’s call, for purposes of this post, “Private Life Rose.”

Here’s the first problem with that process. There IS no part of me that is not a writer. I wrote stories before I ever dreamed anyone but my friends would read them, without an inkling how you became an author AS A JOB. Heck, even my Barbie dolls were always going on space-faring, dragon-slaying, Evil Empire Defeating adventures. (The Barbie Mobile Home, with just a little paint and some decals, made a great Millennium Falcon.)

Those of you who do any kind of art–heck, those of you who dance, or play sports, or weave baskets underwater know what I mean.  What you love to do is intrinsic to who you are. Private Life Rose is still a storyteller and nothing short of a brain transplant would change that. 

However, there’s a difference between the writer/artist and RCM the Published Author who doesn’t really want people to know that all her efforts to house train her latest dog have met with utter failure. (Oops. Now you know.)

So there’s that. I had an online social life long before I had to think about things like a professional image or an author “brand.”  Pretty much, what you see is what you get with me. The only difference is that online, I have the benefit of a delete key which saves me from posting things that I have a tendency to blurt out when I’m in public.  So it’s not that I’m a *different* person online. But I am slightly more edited.

That doesn’t mean I’m fake, just that I’m aware if I say something like “I have to pee like a racehorse” in person, it’s not going to be preserved forever on the Internet. Though that’s not really true anymore, because anyone can Tweet: Ha! @rclementmoore just said she has to pee like a racehorse!

Which is the other thing. In the WiFi world we live in, we–all of us, not just people with a professional public image–are not entirely in control of our online content. If I’m at an event, anyone can take my picture. And it’s a sure bet, the one where I’m making a face like this… 

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…will be the one that ends up tagged on Facebook. (There was this time I was at a party at a convention and I was telling a story. Someone snapped a pic. Not a big deal, except that (a) I was standing in front of All The Liquor Bottles In Texas and (b) I was making a weird face so that I look like I had drunk All the Liquor in Texas.

Which I hadn’t.

Not that night, anyway. 

I don’t care that you guys know I drink. But I would like you to think I look adorable when I do. 

Though I actually like this one, where Sarah Rees Brennan is looking at me like I’m crazy and she can’t move far enough away without causing an inter-author incident.

Sarah Rees Brennan and Rosemary Clement-Moore at a Smart Chicks Kick It event.

One of us is saying something incredibly witty and droll here. I swear.

Which if you’ve ever talked to Sarah Rees Brennan, or seen one of her dramatic book reenactments, is kind of ironic, her looking at anyone this way.  (I adore Sarah, and UNSPOKEN is one of my favorite books of 2012.) 

So… Where was I?  Oh yeah. Online vs. Offline. 

It’s not so much that I care to keep my Offline Life a secret from readers. What you see is what you get with me. You know my mom lives with me (or me with her, depending on who you ask). That my dog is a revenge pee-er. That I’ve rented my upstairs apartment to Sister Maria Von Trapp. (Minus the singing.) 

That I was a nerd long before it was cool, back when I had to keep it a secret or get beat up after school. 

It’s not even that I worry about someone from college showing up on my blog and posting in the comments: Hey! Rosie*! Remember that time you drank All The Liquor In Texas and we had to carry you home on your shield? 

It’s far more likely that someone will show up and say: Hey! Remember when you wrote all that Mary Sue Star Wars fan fiction in junior high?  Or I’ll get a Tweet from my mother that says: Hey, little missy! Remember to pick up toilet paper while you’re at #Target! 

That last one will never happen. My mother doesn’t know how to use hashtags. 

 

 

*If you ever call me Rosie, in person or online, I will never speak to you again.

Cruise Tweets Day 1.5

Monday 11:45am Ooo. Half price mimosas before noon.

 12:30pm omg. I’m actually having a good time. Maybe it’s the mimosa?

 2:15pm So. Sleepy. Maybe it’s the mimosa? Or the Dramamine. Ooops. #badjudgement

 5:15pm Formal attire night. Mr. RCM is dressed in his tux. I suggest he pick up $$ as a strolling violinist. He says we’re going to be late. (This was too long for a tweet.)

 5:18pm Spanx dance.

 9:00pm Skipped desert at dinner (see above re: Spanx). Remedying this oversight on Lido deck now. 

Tweets posted. Nook opened. Pajamas on. Tomorrow, Cozumel.

Following/Friend policy

This seems like as good a place as any to park this policy while I’m thinking about it.  I mean, I know I need to start a FAQ page, and about eleventy other things. (Which doesn’t even count the personal stuff, like take my dogs to the groomer and do something about my hair.)

Following and Friending: Okay, this isn’t so much a policy as the way it seems to be shaking out due to my general distraction. (I’m not an absent minded person, I just have a LOT to try and keep track of.)

Twitter:  I don’t automatically follow back, but I do generally answer mentions (with an @ so I’ll see it). And if you reply to or mention me, the chances go up I’ll follow you.  I usually follow readers, other writers, book bloggers/reviewers, librarians and other book people. And also @russellcrowe and @nathanfillion.

But let’s face it, if you compliment my books and don’t try and sell me something or get me to visit your site to see your sexxxy pictures, chances are, I’ll follow you back. I’m easy that way. (But not any other way.)

Facebook: If I’m pretty sure you are a reader (or a book person as mentioned above), I’ll friend people on my FB page until I run out of spots. If you’re not obviously my audience (i.e., young adult and generally female) it helps if you drop me a message along with the friend request telling me you’re a reader, or that we met at a writer’s conference, or we’re in YARWA together. But make sure you “like” my writer page, too. One, because I need people to like me to bolster my self image. And two, that’s where I (try to) post updates about signings, appearances, new book news, etc.

Now I have to think about what else to put on a FAQ page. Other than: “Will there be a Splendo(u)r Falls sequel?”

Twitter Writing Lessons (iLesson)

As much as I love Twitter (and I do) I know it can be a bit banal. But I work at those stupid posts. And it occurred to me, a lot of things I do to squeeze my formidable wit into 140 characters can be carried over to tighter, efficient prose. (Bear in mind, I am an over-write-then-cut writer, which makes me a bit of a freak, according to my friends. Apparently.)

  1. Pick what’s worth saying. Not every Tweet has to be rofl hysterical or omg profound. But the best tweets, the least mock-worth and most re-tweetable have something worth saying. Likewise, what you put in your book has to carry information or reveal character, and if something is occasionally funny or deep, throw that in two… as long as it’s short.
  2. No one wants to read inside jokes or stuff that’s only amusing to you. There are tons of things in the Maggie Quinn books that never made the cut. Trust me on this.
  3. Cut the ‘nice-nice’ as my friend Candy calls it. (Polite exchanges that no one really cares about.) We have to say ‘hi, how are you’ and ‘fine, thanks,’ in the real world, but we only want to eavesdrops on the tweets that are juicy good stuff. Dialogue should kind of be the same.
  4. You don’t need as many words as you think you do. Things you can easily cut:
    • The word “Just.” Also, almost, simply, merely, and other words that don’t add meaning. Most of the time you don’t need them, and the few times you DO want to use “just” for emphasis, (i.e., it was just not going to work) it will actually have emphasis.
    • Adverbs in general. Now, I don’t have the “-ly” hate that some people do, but it is true that one well chosen verb is better than a weak, boring verb plus a modifier. (He took it quickly out of my hands. Vs. He whisked it out of my hands.) And not just (ha!) because it’s less words, but also because it’s more vivid and specific.
    • Prepositions and prepositional phrase. These can be very useful when you need to give a location of something. He sat on the chair might be an important distinction from He sat on the bed. But look at, “The rain fell down.” With few exceptions (like if you’re on a space station), there’s only direction things can fall, so ‘down’ is unnecessary. Same with ‘sat’ and ‘knelt,’ and the reverse with ‘stood.’ (This, btw, is something I never catch unless I’m looking for it.)
    • The other one that gets me? “She nodded her head.” What else would she nod?

Can deleting these tiny words and phrases make a difference if you’re writing something more than 140 characters? Yes, because the effect is cumulative. These little tweaks are like pruning a rose bush. You cut off the brown, useless bits to show off the roses.

The Internet is Weird

There’s a delightful reader’s group in Dallas that was kind enough to invite me to their Holiday Tea this weekend. I had a wonderful time. (Oh my gosh, delicious scones and clotted cream. Worth the drive in themselves, but the company was lovely as well.) But it’s funny, because I’m so use to readers with a lot of Internet savvy. YA readers, SFF readers… Well, I can’t even really limit that, because there are Romance-centric blogs like Dear Author and Smart Bitches Love Trashy Books as well.

Anyway. Several people at my table didn’t know what Twitter was, and I can’t completely blame them. It’s hard to explain to someone who doesn’t basically live connected to the Internet, whether their phone or their computer. Personally, I love microblogging. Its perfect for those short random thoughts that you don’t want to make a whole blog post about. I don’t feel like i have to come up with a BIG IDEA to blog about. Piddly little ideas will do. Then periodically they’re accumulated into a blog post, which is great. But I don’t feel like I’ve Spammed my friends list with my often banal ramblings.

Mostly I LIKE reading people’s random thoughts during the day. Except… I have one person on my following list who… Okay. Friday, when I woke up from my post Dramamine coma (I don’t fly well), 22 of the 40 most recent posts were from one person. I wouldn’t mind, really, except that it pushes everyone else off the page.

This Social Media Networking thing has made etiquette a very complicated thing. For instance, on MySpace I frequently get friend requests from people who are simply building a mailing list. I frequently get comments like this: "Happy Thanksgiving! Don’t forget to go buy my book!" Even more annoying are the ones that pretend to know me. "Hi! Hope you’re doing well since we last chatted. My new book comes out on Friday!" Grumble. If you’re ever wondering why I don’t make more use out of the bulletin and event features on MySpace, now you know why. I hate feeling spammed, so I’m hyper-sensitive about not doing it to other people. Which is stupid, because there ARE people (waving) who friend me because they’ve actually read and enjoyed my books!

Or possibly my banal ramblings on this blog. :)

(By the way. If you want to follow me on Twitter you can find me here.)