Go Twit Yourself

Everyone wants me to Twitter. Everyone at work, readers, and other random folk. Not my close friends -- very few of them even read this blog, so I doubt they'd follow my Twittling. But for those other people, they tend to be a bit stunned when they discover I don't Twit myself all day long.

"But you're so funny," this coworker said. "You could do all these great one-liners all the time."

Really?

Here's the thing: I write for a living, and a lot of what I write isn't entertaining so it exhausts me more than when I'm working on a script, article or book project. After all, I'm trying to make something pretty plain into something that you, the consumer, MUST want more than anything else. So when I do think of something to say on my blog or Facebook page, it's usually in relation to how much I hate my current writing project. And when I actually think of something that I think someone might find interesting that isn't hate related, I usually botch it in my race to type it out and get onto my next work project.

For example, this is what I wrote on Facebook yesterday: "RICHARD ANDREOLI: Nope, didn't feel the earthquake. I think I'm working to hard..."

(For those of you who don't get the mistake, I used the wrong "to" -- as in, I'm heading toward something, not doing something "too" much.)

I also feel pretty guilty when I don't read all my prerequisite blogs every day, so I can only imagine the guilt if I didn't follow everyone's Twitting. The cramps alone would make me want to Twit myself.