I just finished a new article for The Morning News: Writing My Twitter Etiquette Article: 14 Ways to Use Twitter Politely.
So, you may be asking yourself, “Why should I change the way I Twitter to satisfy a bunch of whiny tweetards who don’t even know how to use Twitter anyway? They can just unsubscribe if I’m breaking their precious rules.”
True. Yeah, I think you have a little spittle on your chin there.
Anyway, some of us would prefer to keep followers from leaving in droves. If that’s the case for you, there are lots of little ways to preserve their sanity. Go have a look.
My last piece for JC Penney’s is about my inexplicable lust for pretty dishtowels. I also did a roundup of the ones I covet most on Etsy. So if you like cool dishtowels, we should have a party together where we use wasteful paper towels to wipe up any messes.
I’m doing some copy writing for JC Penney’s Home Style Guide blog, and they just put up my post about how we collect clocks that don’t work. I also put together an alarm clock shopping guide at the bottom, so if you need one, go have a look.
Heather is on vacation, so I guest posted on Dooce.
This week I’m a guest editor for Kirtsy, which is like Digg for women. (You may also know Kirtsy as Sk*rt, they renamed it recently due to lawsuit unpleasantness.) Anyway, I picked a few things I think folks will like, so check back every day this week to see a few of my favorite things.
Heather just published her very first book, Things I Learned About My Dad (in therapy). It’s a collection of essays about fatherhood, and if you ever wondered how I feel about my dad, mine’s in there too. As is Alice’s. In fact, her essay about fatherhood and Star Wars also appeared in this month’s Wondertime magazine. (That’s why I have an 8.5″ x 11″ photo of Alice dressed as Princess Leia stuck to the side of our fridge. Also, one in my night stand drawer, but I digress.)
I’m excited for Heather right now, because I know something very big is about to happen. Sometime soon, a stranger will ask what she does. Instead of saying, “Well… do you read… like… how do I put this. Uh, I’m a blogger?” she can look them straight in the eye and say, “I’m a writer.”
And a damn good one too.