In March I wrote about my efforts to jump into social networking on Facebook. I compared it to walking a tightrope across the ocean.
Now I’m tackling Twitter (twitter.com/veronicatabares), and have found it’s pretty much like jumping off a cliff. I’d better learn to fly pretty fast, or I just might regret it.
I’ve had a Twitter account for a couple of years but it was extremely lame. I had twelve followers, and I followed about nineteen people.
So a couple of days ago I decided it was time to get my act together. I prettified my Twitter page and contacted an acquaintance who said she could help me find a few followers to get me started.
After a day she contacted me to say I now had several thousand followers. I thanked her and went to take a look.
Sure enough, I had thousands of followers, and as I watched the number kept inching higher.
Nettiquette (or should I say twitteriquette) requires me to return the favor and follow my followers. So I began the tedious process of clicking on each follower, reading about him/her, and following the ones who seemed appropriate for me.
After about an hour I looked and found I had only followed about 150 people. At that rate I’d be spending weeks just following.
So I took a short cut and randomly followed the next 50 people. Then I turned off my computer. I was done for the day.
This morning I opened my Twitter account and found some very suspicious feeds. It took very little checking to discover that one of those last 50 people I had randomly followed was a very bad choice. I blush just remembering the posts I read.
So it is back to the slow and steady approach. I will check each and every person I follow from now on.
I plan to reciprocate with as many of my followers as I can, but it might take me a while. As of this morning I didn’t have several thousand, I had many several thousand of followers.
I wonder how many of them are real people?
I guess I’d better start flapping my arms. It’s time to learn how to fly around Tweetland.