Recently I’ve been learning how to become a Twit, and this in spite of swearing on more than one occasion that “I’ll never, ever join Twitter.”
Under recent and not particularly gentle pressure from the good folk at The Booktrap, that űber-energetic author collective I belong to, I caved in and signed up.
Or rather, I tried to sign up. Twitter immediately played hard to get, sending me on a sanity-threatening loop between computer and mobile phone. After filling in all the requisite blank fields on the registration form, I was instructed to await a text message with an authorization code. I entered the code, but was at once returned to Old Kent Road, to face again the page of blank fields.This happened four times.
It was, I thought, clearly a sign from the Almighty that I wasn’t going to have to become a Twit after all. Unfortunately the cheerleaders…
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