Adventures in the twitter-verse

Once again, we are skipping COVID-19 (sung to Gen-X anthem Come On Eileen) for mindless, pointless prattle: interacting with medium-level celebrities on social media!

My husband does it all the time. He’s become twitter-friends with New York celebrities Roma Torre, Amy Freeze and Sean Allen Krill, to name a few. I, on the other hand, barely used twitter until December when I sought DAYS fans who had access to super-secret fancy spoilers, and then fell ass-backwards into an awesome #writingcommunity.

In my teeny, tiny corner of the internet, I’m getting bolder with social media. I think my shyness comes from my boomer parents who think everyone on the internet is the government trying to “get you.” (Get you how? For what? No one cares what you’re doing on yahoo mail, Mom.)

But first, a reminder that President Obama follows me on Twitter.

I’m as baffled as you are.

Anyway, a couple of weeks ago, I pivoted from fear and tweeted about my new blog. I tagged a certain two millennials whose definitely to blame for all of this newfound boldness.

Only 1 like. I know, I know: pretty lame. But it’s the quality, not the quantity, amiright? (No. I’m not right. It’s the quantity. )


This is the second time Alyssa liked my tweet.
SHE’S CREATING A MONSTER!

Alyssa’s like is a gold star to me. I crave gold stars. My husband even bought me a gold star necklace so I’d always have one. Now I want more likes! More gold stars! MORE, DAMMIT! MORE!

In Episode 76 of The Freddie & Alyssa Show, they asked their listeners to post questions that they’d answer in future podcasts. I boldly went where no me has gone before: the comment section of YouTube.

In Episode 80, whose question was answered at 9:38?

Tweet! Tweet! Tweetle-deet!

They picked my question and talked about it! What do I win?!

Discovering new music is something I’ve struggled with since the disappearance of record stores as I’ve previously posted. Ever the dutiful student, I downloaded TikTok. (I haven’t played with it yet, but I downloaded it!)

Pandora is best at predicting music you’d like to hear, which creeps me out, but that’s my parents talking. No one is trying to “get me” with songs, Mom!

This is way more fun than I thought it would be. So, the next step in my newfound celebrity stalking… Should it be to get another question answered? To get a reply to a tweet? Get them to follow me back? Comment below or send me a message!

For the record, there’s another fabulous celebrity Freddie in my twitter-verse. The one who’s already tweeted me back twice.

If FPJr. can get past my horrible Fedtival typo, so can you.

Pivot to an Update!

It’s been 114 days (3 months and 22 days) since I decided to change my life by thinking like a millennial and follow Freddie Smith and Alyssa Tabit’s The Pivot Principle (audiobook here).

Millennial-ing: When I needed glasses, I went to Warby Parker. Easiest exam and glasses purchase I’ve ever made. I now adore ThirdLove bras. I’m not a fan of having so many monthly subscriptions: quip toothbrushes, Harry razor blades, ipsy makeup samples, YouTube, amazon music, DisneyPlus, CBS… I feel out of control of my money. And I haven’t had avocado toast yet. That sh*t is expensive in NYC.

New Job: It’s been up-and-down, getting used to a new commute, new office, new people and new responsibilities. I think I’ll get the hang of it after I’ve been there for a full year. This is a test of patience and perseverance. (Finally being paid what I’m worth ain’t too shabby.)

THE PIVOT PRINCIPLE

Chapter 10, Pivot Your Health: I’ve only been able to go to my new gym twice. My job’s busy time is February and March, unfortunately, so there have been way more late nights than I expected. I hope my schedule evens out – Snatched in Six Weeks starts today! Since November I’ve lost 20 pounds and can wear my sparkle coat, two victories I’ll gladly take!

Intro: I have a post-it with Alyssa’s quote at my new office…

Chapter 1, Pivot from Fear: How to work the rejection muscle as a writer? I’m tweeting short stories I wrote that were vetted by my writing group. I tweet them one at a time, line by line. I finally got a couple of likes last week, but overall it’s been a one-sided experience.

Chapter 2, Pivot from Excuses: My ego is still sore learning that I’m full of lame excuses. Now that I know, I can’t make those excuses anymore. My plan of action: my brain is better in the morning than at night. I set my alarm 30 minutes earlier so I can budget a full hour of writing before work. It’s working! I’ve already revised two short stories and began a world-building document for a time travel novel.

Chapter 5, Pivot on Purpose: This one still stings too, worse than Chapter 2. Replacing “I don’t have time for _____” with “_____ isn’t a priority” is burned into my brain. I’m glad for it because it’s forced me to face a lot of my own bullsh*t.

Chapter 11, Pivot to Social Media: I WIN!

*mike drop*