For a few weeks now, I've tweeted. Mash a message into a 140 characters. Yeah, I can do that. I write in a laconic style. Learn arcane commands. Check. I'm an old UNIX user. I've yet to figure out just what to say. Retweets (RT) have given me some fits. Hash (#) marks are, I've come to believe, a separate art unto themselves. But I know the difference between the "followers" and the "following." I also grabbed my own handle: @edlynskey (in case anybody wishes to "follow" me). I read how some of the famous brand names didn't move fast enough to claim theirs. Snooze, you lose. During slow times, I scan the feeds. Some folks' tweets are creative, others are witty, while others are informative. That's cool. I put out reminders of my book giveaways, big reviews of my books, and pointers to my blogs like this one as well as other stuff. Anyway, I'm getting there. I think.
Coincidentally, last night I used a hash mark for the first time. Someone I follow started #FoundUnderTrumpsHair, meaning things like the missing WMDs. Someone else followed with Jimmy Hoffa, so I took it back further with Judge Crater.
I'm sure there's more to it, but for now, it's a game that's more fun than anything on offer at Facebook.
JoyfulA