I’m pushing on with my writing tonight, cruising on down to the Australian Writer’s Centre to discover the wonderful world of 140 character limits. I’ve avoided that damn social media site since its inception, but it’s time I sucked it up and got my tweet on. Friends have asked me, “what the hell is a hashtag?” and I intend to answer their plaintive cries for answers. We’re not that old, but we’ve been running from this thing the way my grandparents bolted from those new fandangled VCR thingamajiggies back in the 80’s!
I know you’re laughing at me as I sit here feeling as ancient as a dust encrusted corpse. But I’ll show you! I’m getting my Twitter handle locked and loaded and you’ll be able to tweet me at @kyliedcastor faster than you can say something really fast!
Before I run off into the twittery night, I want to give a little shout out to my boy, Sven. Dude, you’re awesome. And remember,
Winston Churchill said:
When you’re going through Hell, keep going.
Aunty Schmill says:
Keep on trucking’.