i started this blog about about 16 months ago.
at that same time my daughter told me i should be on myspace, not blogger.
"You can blog on myspace too."
I was familiar with myspace because my kids are in a band -- so i knew it was a big place for music fans. and sluts. don't forget the sluts.
i wasn't feeling very enthused about the idea of myspace. it certainly didn't seem the place for books and writers, but my daughter grabbed my laptop and got me started. she put up my bookcovers and filled everything in.
i had one FRIENDS (tom, my darling) for several days. Maybe even a couple of weeks.
then i got a friend request.
I immediately called my daughter and asked her what to do. accept? decline? it was too much for me. all she could say was do whatever you want. big help. she told me i could always delete the friend later if things got weird. why would i want to put up a site, chum for "friends" then delete the person if he got weird? why send out the invitation to begin with? does any of this make sense? NO!
a second request. a second frantic call to my daughter. I read the bio over the phone. what do you think? should i? shouldn't i?
i ended up telling some actual friends about myspace, and they joined. suddenly i had 8 friends. and i found some of my favorite bands. and then young readers starting finding me. but there weren't many other writers. that was cool with me because i found myspace kind of frantic and the pages load slowly or don't load at all. but then WTF? an explosion of writers and books.
it will be interesting to see what happens. i'm a big music person, and i kind of like the combination of books and music at myspace. and it's fun to suddenly see so many familiar names and faces.
now i'm a pro. i lean back in my chair, one finger: accept, accept.
decline, whore. decline, perv.
have you seen this?
my death space
i guess i should also put up my link, but i really don't do much over there: