You don't call...you don't write...
Is this going to be one of those chicken and egg things? I'm talking about Twitter. Will I never feel the same way about my comfy and familiar blog now that the new kid's in town?
When you don't have a lot of time just typing a quick 'tweet' for Twitter is a quick fix. Kind of like fast food. It tastes good and feels good when you do it, but it's just not as satisfying as a good, well balanced home cooked meal. *dun dun dun* Or is it?
I'm already wondering if I'll neglect my blog because the temptation for the quick fix for updates and contact with my pals out in Romancelandia is so easy with Twitter. Time will tell.
In the meantime, if you don't Twitter just remember you can catch up with what I'm doing on my sidebar. I'm not promising a thrill a minute. I'm just a regular homogenized sort of gal who secretly wishes for thick lucious magenta/purple hair just trying to get along in this world like everyone else. *dun dun dun* Or am I?
Oh, exclusively here on the blog I have to announce I innocently walked into Barnes and Noble after the movie (DARK KNIGHT which was WOWZERS btw) and found INTO THE FIRE by Suzanne Brockmann. I have to say it was a total lovely unexpected surprise. I had to buy it. I had to I tell you.
I'm off to catch up with you all again. Good Lord it's just 10 days to RWA. My heart rate just increased again. I still can't believe I'm going.