But I can appreciate the efforts and achievements of notable artists, actors and literary figures. They are the ones who ceaselessly impress me in their crafts, and they are the kinds of professional contributors I yearn to be. And, if I can manage to weasel some comrade-in-arms kind of support from these accomplished individuals, well, shucks. It'd be like getting an A+ from your favourite teacher in junior high (you know the one I mean *wink*) along with a lingering kiss on the lips, right before summer vacation.
So, here I am today. I'm in the very early stages of my writing career, passionately following something which has mostly been an undisciplined hobby until now. The thing is, since I've embraced my passion (as much as I can afford to at this point in my life, anyway), things are getting exciting. Literary projects which I've had simmering on the back burner for years are becoming less "soupy", materializing into tangible things I soon hope to share with the world. And, as a pleasant byproduct of the process of following a dream, I've been able to meet and chat with tons of wonderful people, some of which, until very recently, I've only dreamed of getting into contact with.
Now, I kinda sorta warned him I would use his name wherever I could to help me sound like a big shot, holding it in front of me like a proud shield into battle to be battered and bruised as I try to make a name for myself, though without being overly abused. So, here we go...
After a few sedentary days sitting in front of my computer, I dusted the potato chips off my chest and finally setup a Twitter account for Biography of a Nobody. I've never had a Twitter account before, personal or otherwise. I've never tweeted anything to anyone, nor did I have much clue as to how to go about it. What were twitter people called, anyway? Twits? Twats? Sounds icky. I didn't know a thing. Still don't, really. I just "knew" then that BOAN should have one. So, I signed up. I was approved! I had an account and everything, yeah baby!! I was pumped, I was excited! My fingers hovered over the keys in giddy anticipation...and...huh. Well. What the frick do you do with this? How to begin? All I could do was plunge in beak first. So, I made like a bird, and I tweeted. My first message was sent out to the world, curious if anyone would come across it. It read: We just hacked into Twitter! They just asked for a user name and password and we broke in on the first try! Booyeah! #myfirsttweet
Someone (a website developer, HLCreation.com. They've earned the right to be included in my blog just for being my first follower) read it, liked it, and said that if I followed their page they would follow mine. So I did, and they did. Instant connection. It was very cool. And, just like that, the power of Twitter rushed by me like the stars at the passing of the Enterprise. Hmm... some geek leaked out there. I'll get a sponge.
Anyway, that did it for me. I was now in contact with a complete stranger someplace else in the world who was just trying to build up a social and professional network, just like me. Inspiration immediately took over: who else could I get into contact with? I'd always heard about celebrities and famous artists having Twitter accounts, keeping their followers abreast of new developments. Maybe they followed some of their followers, too? It was worth a shot.
An internet comic strip my wife and I had been keeping tabs on during the past year, Fowl Language (the strip at the top of this blog entry. If you haven't had the pleasure, please check it out) had just come out with it's first printed book, and we are excited to add it to our comics collection where it will nestle in between our Calvin & Hobbes and Pearls Before Swine treasuries. The missus and I are old-school, what can we say? We prefer analog to digital. Anyway, I thought, on a lark, that I would tweet Mr. Brian Gordon, and see if he wouldn't dismiss me too harshly, simply telling him congrats on his book being published. Unbelievably, he liked my post! I'm sure he had better things to do than read random posts from grubby strangers looking to bask in his reflected glory, but he took the time to read it and liked it!
Unfortunately for him, he didn't see the sign that said Do Not Feed the Ego, and consequently was unaware that his liking my post would only ensue in further attempts at high-caliber validation. My next post involved a pathetic attempt to get him to follow my page if I promised to buy his book. In response to my proposal, he made a counter offer, and after some haggling, a deal was made. He, Mr. Brian Gordon himself, on behalf of Fowl Language, is now a follower of the Biography of a Nobody Twitter feed. F-ing A! All I have to do is watch his kids three times per week - Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays - for the unforeseeable future. I just hope they're not biters.
Oh, and if anyone else out there is also hoping to get a published author in their social corner like I did, Brian says he's got openings for a gardener and a pool boy.