O Me of Little Faith

So I’m on Facebook now. I’ve been putting it off for a long time. I registered for MySpace back when Facebook was still open only to college students and everyone was on MySpace. I did it mainly to promote my books and all that stuff. Then Facebook opened, everyone jumped to that side of the fence, and MySpace became the home of 14-year-olds and spammy “check out my pictures” hotties and creepy old people.

And everyone — especially fellow authors — kept telling me I needed to get on Facebook, if only for the marketing and publicity and ability to connect with writers and editors and potential endorsers. (My friend Matthew Paul Turner is a tireless advocate of Facebook as a writer’s paradise.) But I just didn’t want to put in the time to building another profile page and friending people and wading through all those requests.

But, nevertheless, I had a little free time the other day. So I signed up, and now I’m caught up to the year 2006 like the rest of you. We’ll see how it goes. I’ve heard it’s a recklessly addictive medium, a hopeless distraction from writing and other real work, but a great way to keep up with people and meet editors and otherwise make connections.

If anything, it’ll get MPT off my back.

Are you on Facebook? If so, hit me up. Tell me you read this blog and I’ll friend you. (Or however the lingo goes. I’m such a n00b.)

Other ways I’m behind the times:

1. I’ve never watched a full episode of American Idol. I refuse to do it now, if only just to continue the streak.

2. I’ve never been much into debit cards.

3. My cell phone is five years old.

4. I send and/or receive approximately 4 text messages annually.

5. I have never sold anything on eBay. Bought stuff, but never sold.

6. Manual screwdrivers: I like ’em.

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