Like most girls, I like small, cute things - puppies, babies, dollhouses. So it's not surprising that I'm enjoying Twitter. Its very microblogginess makes it adorable and also makes it feel manageable, unlike MySpace and Facebook, where there are too many things to track and stay on top of to have any kind of real presence.
I've also set myself the task of ensuring what I write there is interesting, in form if not in content, by following haiku format. Sticking to 17 syllables - 5/7/5 - is much more challenging than just staying with 140 characters, which is a piece of cake (or should I say a piece of pi?) for someone who's spent her working life writing headlines of one kind or another.
This may not be quite as impressive as the person tweeting in the style of Ernest Hemingway, but it serves my little aperçus reasonably well. I have been coming up with them for a long time - at one point in my teens I had a whole list of aphorisms I thought were clever, which I preserved along with the poems and stories I'd written in a folder titled "[My Birth Name]: The Early Writings." I'm not sure where that folder is now, but I'd guess the contents are largely cringeworthy.
I am, of course, mindful that Twitter is also, and perhaps primarily, a marketing tool. And so, when it seems appropriate, I've been pointing people here, which creates a measurable uptick in traffic. And I've also set up a Twitter account for my company, which already has a sizable natural network of its own. This is all mostly about audience, not money. But that's what I find interesting.
So here I am again, doing the new new thing. We'll see where, if anywhere, that leads me.