Showing posts with label Twitter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Twitter. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

The MJ Manifesto - Some Thoughts

Maureen Johnson, popular YA author has planted her flag and declared a line she will not cross.  MJ (as she is called by her fans) is almost a cult figure in the YA community and one of the 'must follows' on Twitter.  Her blog and her books are wildly popular and her name is one to conjure with in some circles.

Yesterday, she put her foot down on the hot-button topic of SELLING YOURSELF TO EVERYONE YOU MEET and CREATING YOUR BRAND and SELLING YOUR GODDAMN BRAND TO ANYONE WHO WILL LISTEN.  And other things that I'm required* by the Chicago Manual of Style to spelled in all caps.  Writers hear it all the time.  Every book, every blog, every magazine tells us that we are brands and if we're not, we're fools.  The writer has to be the key that winds a social media and self-marketing machine or YOU ARE DOOMED! DOOOOOMED!!.

But it's all BS because what the so-called social media experts who push this version of social media "branding" don't get is that social media exists to circumvent that kind of thing, to make it easier to ignore it.  Because social media is a two-way street.  It's not about shouting slogans and titles at your friends, it's about making friends and building community.

And what kind of friend would I be if I didn't buy your book?  Get it?
"The more the internet expands, the more people—okay, authors, who are a KIND of people—are being encouraged* to go online and PROMOTE, PROMOTE, PROMOTE! To aid in this endeavor, these poor writers are being shipped off to conferences where they roll out people like me under the guise of being experts on something. And in general, the quality of advice is pretty craptastic. “Get a Facebook page!” “Get lots of people to LIKE you!” “SHOUT THE TITLE OF YOUR BOOK AT PEOPLE UNTIL THEY START CRYING AND BUY IT.”
Maureen Johnson
"Manifesto"
MJ is one of the 'must follows' on Twitter.  It's a crime that she doesn't have a million followers.  She's one of the few writers I've followed online that I haven't knocked back a beer or two with or at least shaken hands with.  Frankly, I'm not her target audience, but it's difficult not to like her.  And she does social media as naturally as breathing.  She is genuine, funny, accessible and creative and quirky as all get out.

And she knows what she's talking about.  The more she demurs the appellation of "Social Media Expert" the more I'm inclined to take her advice because the so-called "experts" have failed to grok social media and are falling behind as the collaborative Web 2.0 model takes hold.**

Should you promote yourself and your work?  Of course you should.  But as she points out, there's a long walk between the advice of the SHOUT UNTIL THEY BELIEVE YOU model of social marketing and the true heart of social media.  There's a difference between making a connection and selling Band Instruments to the kids and then skipping town before they realize they've been had.

I've written a manifesto or two in my time or at least written several things that could be mistaken for one.  This is the first time I think I've really recommended one on this blog.  A few months ago, I outlined three authors I thought were the real pioneers in this game.  Two of them are already walking the path she's laying out here, creating genuine community, engaging in the conversation.  (Anthony Zuiker is the only one who didn't and his innovative project fizzled.  There's a lesson there in bringing people along rather than imposing your vision, but I digress.)

You can shout your message and repeat it until we're sick of it.  Some people will buy it and some people will even like it.  But that's not social media, it's old-school marketing.  MadMen, style.  Missing the point that when you are genuine and engaging and actually have something to say you're actually using the medium to be social.

Which is kind of the point, isn't it?

-Scott


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*Not really, but marketers do it all the time anyway.
** This footnote is just here as an homage to MJ, who loves footnotes.

Saturday, April 3, 2010

The rebirth of soliloquy

or: It's William Shakespeare's World & I'm Just Living In It...

Once upon a time in a high school English class far away, the subject of Hamlet and his propensity for talking to himself was on the table.  The teacher, the right honorable Anonymous Archetype, gavelled the session into order and  the first to speak was a much younger, beardless version of the bloke in the hat you see to the right.
Scottie: "I hate this play, it doesn't make any sense."
Mrs. AA: "What don't you like about it?"
Scottie: "You keep asking me to read Polonius and he gets stabbed."
Mrs. AA: "You do such a nice doddering old goat voice, Scottie.  What else?"
Scottie: "And last semester I was Cassius."
Mrs. AA: "And a decent backstabbing fiend as well.  Is there anything you object to other than my casting choices?
Scottie: "Well, for one thing, people never turn to an invisible audience and just start jabbering."
Mrs. AA: "You just wait for the invention of Twitter and YouTube."
Scottie: "What?"
Mrs. AA: "Nevermind."

I always wondered by she had a blue police box in the cupboard.

Anyway, I forgot all about this little exchange until a few days ago when someone asked me a question online and I turned to this anonymous audience and started talking.  Well, I was typing, actually, but I most assuredly was not talking to myself and I owe that unnamed English teacher an apology.

It began with an essay by Michael Chabon (as such thing often do) called "Trickster In a Suit of Lights" which I opined should be read by, well, everyone who reads.  This prompted a young reader to ask me what else he should be reading and my response grew and grew bit by bit until it became a 1,300 word soliloquy on the nature of reading and writing and the constraints of genre (which amounts to a sort of deconstruction of the Chabon essay).

Yes, everyone talks to themselves whether they admit it or not.  Most of those ramblings happen inside our heads, our "internal dialogue" and for some of us (myself included) it occasionally emerges and steps blinking into the sun.  At which point, my wife usually turns to me and says "I'm, sorry, did you just say something about robots and goblins?"  Because when I externalize my internal processes, they tend to emerge mid-stream and malformed.  I think that most real life soliloquies have had that quality for most of history.

I'm put in mind of Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead where they wander through the events of Hamlet and periodically encounter the mad prince of Denmark mumbling nonsensically to himself.

Enter the Twitterverse and it's ready supply of audience members to listen to our externalized ramblings and re-enter the soliloquy into our daily experiences.  Each day millions and millions of people turn to their screens and on blogs and Twitter feeds and Facebook pages, they launch into soliloquy those things that might have in past days remained internalized.

So I apologize to all the English teachers.  For the soliloquy thing, not the complaining about being cast as Polonius thing.

Monday, March 29, 2010

SAT time!

Speaking of Twitter... Last weekend I asked my Twitter followers and Facebook friends to complete my version of the iconic SAT question:

Finish the SAT question: Twitter is to writing as:________ is to _______?

The responses ran the gamut, ranging from the serious assessment of the Tweet as an art form to the downright hilarious and/or the scathing.

These are some of my favorites...

Twitter is to writing as...

  • ...as Instant is to Coffee.  (Denny Hitzman)
  • ...as chaff is to wheat. (Dale Estey)
  • ...as "cultural" is to "phenomenon" (Ron Curren)
  • ...as the SAT is to testing. (Elspeth)
  • ...as American Idol is to singing. (Scott Perkins... one of the other ones)
  • ...as 100 calorie pack twinkies are to normal sized twinkies.(JoNell Franz)
  • ...as anonymous quickie with a hooker is to sex. (Dre Sargent)
  • ...as babbles are to press conferences. (Heather Glass)
  • ...as feces is to food. (Rydell)
  • ...as top ramen is to cooking. (Gwen A.)
  • ...as taking drugs is to your brain.  (Sheila Murphy-Nelson)
  • ...as a pygmy donkey is to a unicorn. (Rachael Heiner)
  • ...as a penny dreadful is to William Shakespeare. (Rex King... yes that's his real name, trust me.)
  • ...as Uwe Boll is to moviemaking. (Ray Axmann)
My favorite though, goes to Todd X of the blog Iced Tea & Sarcasm, who appreciates the nuance and brevity of writing within the 140 character limitations...
  • ...as "the net" is to "tennis." It's just another form and the parameters help dictate the form.
All in all, I think I agree with Todd.  There's a challenge to writing within guidelines, especially limitations of length.

"Nothing ventured, no brain drained..."

This is priceless.  From the New York Review of Books, this is Margaret Atwood weighing in on "social media" that web-driven whirlwind of electron chatter... what a great lady.  Great post, very witty and fun.

"The Twittersphere is an odd and uncanny place. It’s something like having fairies at the bottom of your garden. How do you know anyone is who he/she says he is, especially when they put up pictures of themselves that might be their feet, or a cat, or a Mardi Gras mask, or a tin of Spam?"

Read More from the Source
http://blogs.nybooks.com/post/482335188/atwood-in-the-twittersphere

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

I'm a Twit


Did you know you can follow @Pages2Type on Twitter?  All the stray thoughts that don't require a full blogpost and then some... plus such random silliness and brainfarts as decide to can-can dance across the stage of my thoughts.  

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Book News?

In response to a couple of emails... Yes, I'm still keeping track of news and developments in the publishing industry and the world of literature. However, I noticed that those posts were little more than links to the stories wherever I found them originally, and there are other tools for that... like Twitter. For the latest on the strange possible-but-not-really-but-maybe-a-sequel to Catcher in the Rye, Frank McCourt's heartbreaking cancer diagnosis and other oddments of literature and publishing news (or what passes for news) in bite-sized chunks with links for further elucidation when possible, I invite you to either "Follow" me on Twitter or you can watch the feed in the right margin. "Larger" stories on which I have developed an opinion or a running commentary (such as the ongoing Google Books saga) will continue to appear in the old context for your reading enjoyment. - Scott