I’m just going to say it….I seriously dislike Twitter. 140 characters including spaces?  Are you kidding me?  I can barely complete half of a thought in that tiny space, so writing anything profound or exceptionally witty is out.  What to post on Twitter wastes more time than I have to spare and I usually end up posting really dumb stuff that makes me wonder what the heck I was thinking.  Sometimes, I will even go back and delete what I posted.  Although, I don’t know why, because I doubt anyone noticed I posted it anyway.  Yes, this is my Twitter Pity Party post.

Much to my dismay, all the research I’ve done about building an ‘Author Platform’ says that Twitter is probably the most important of all the social media sites when it comes to getting the attention of agents and publishers.  Supposedly, Twitter is the easiest site for the publishing peeps to check out to see if an author has a following or a good connection with their fans.   Well, if that’s the case, I’m screwed.

I’ve been trying to spend more time on Twitter than I do on any of my other social media sites.  I follow twice as many people as those who follow me on Twitter and no matter how many posts I ‘favorite’ or ‘retweet’, I rarely get a response from anyone.  Now, as a writer, I’m used to rejection, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it.  On Facebook and various other media sites, I’m just a social butterfly; on Twitter I’m the red-headed stepchild no one wants to talk to.

Since almost all of the people following me are other authors. I definitely feel I can learn a lot from the things they post.  But once again, the research I’ve done on ‘Author Platforms’ says that you want readers, not your peers, to be the majority of your Twitter followers, so I guess all I can hope for is that the authors who follow me will also want to read my books.  Or, once again, I’m just screwed.

With all this screwing going on, I should be having much more fun on Twitter than I am, but sadly, I just do it out of obligation.  I might learn to be a little more tolerate of Twitter since I’m serious about building a strong Author Platform.  So, hard as that is, and as much as I dislike it, I will continue to be my vibrant prolific self in 140 characters or less.   #see you on Twitter.  #follow me please?  #I follow back.






Beneath your Beautiful’ is playing in the background.   The music possesses us with its magical chords as we walk hand in hand to the middle of the dance floor.

“I’m going to climb on top of your ivory tower.”

 The words and rhythm are so sensual.  Swaying provocatively to the music, we meld together until every feasible part of our bodies are touching in an intimate manner.  My head rests against the side of your neck.  The intoxicating scent of your manly cologne fills my senses and makes my heart race wildly in my breast.   Your arm encircles my waist and your hand is resting on my hip, both protectively holding me as close to you as humanly possible.  I’ve never felt so desired, and so loved.  dancing

“Would you let me see beneath your beautiful?  Would you let me see beneath your perfect?”

Everyone in the room is watching us.  We are magnetic together and exude raw passion from every pore in our bodies.  In slow motion we continue to move as one until the song ends.  You lean me back slightly, following me with your entire body.

“We’ll be falling, falling…” 

You kiss my lips full on, open mouthed, and unashamed that we are in the middle of a crowded room.  The music fades, but this dance is only a prelude to the fevered passion that awaits us.

“Would you let me see beneath your beautiful tonight?”