The Confession of a Twitter Slut: @danish_novelist at your service.

I'm finally getting the hang of Twitter.

If you don't live on another planet, you should've heard of it. Twitter is the second most popular social network online and you reach a lot more people than you do on Facebook.

Take some one like me, I want the world to know about my silly novels and my silly blogs, so I send off meaningless tweets that people around the world might read. "Oh my God, that guy seems like a jerk," a woman in Botswana may think and then we stalk each other online.

Sounds like fun? It is. And it might even help your work/your business/your career, if you come across as a benign weirdo people want to interact with. Then they might get interested in your work and the ball is rolling.

I happen to think I can live up to that benign weirdo description (well, definitely the weirdo part; benign might be a bit of a stretch).

So this is a new way we can communicate, blog readers. Let's all look for that fine line between The Art of Shameless Self Promotion and Engagement With Our Fellow Human Beings About What Goes On In The World and In Our Lives.

Yes, as you can tell, I have become a bit of a Twitter slut.

So follow @danish-novelist if you're on Twitter and you might risk that I follow you.

Consider the last part of that sentence a threat.



SILLY TWEETS:


1.
Goodbye, Michael Jackson. I bet God is dangling you from His favorite balcony right now.


2.
The Tsar's Dwarf has more than 80 reviews on Amazon and I wrote them all myself.

3.
How many bugs does the average Tour de France rider swallow during the race? Scientific studies, any one?

4.
I seriously don't think God minds blasphemy. It's all the fanatics who make Him vomit.

5.
After 12 novels I'm changing my approach: I only write when I'm having fun. Sorry about that, Martin Luther.

6.
I saw a ghost in London. And I don't mean Tony Blair. Blog

7.
I only want an iPhone if it can wash my clothes.

8.
In Denmark God doesn't even believe in God.

9.
Great progress at the G8 in Italy. Berlusconi's whores are offering green condoms for everybody!

10.
The great thing about art is that there are no rules. THAT'S the golden rule.

11.
Forgive me, but didn't Michael Jackson's memorial come across as the US Open in Public Grief?

12.
I wonder if Michael Jackson truly is dead? Maybe he lives in Argentina with Adolf Hitler?


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My favorite tweet from a fellow Tweeter, @bookwalter :

I may have done a little too much rewriting on my thriller - it's now a cook book.

Happy tweeting, everybody.

A world of interesting people are waiting to hear from you.

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