Every day, I post 3 tweets: a #novelines tweet (a line from my novel; any good piece of writing has quotable quotes), a #140story tweet, or a #micropoetry tweet, that is pulled from, or based on my novel, “Because of Mindy Wiley”. https://sarahleastories.com/because-of-mindy-wiley/. I post these under my fictional character account, https://twitter.com/KatrynNolan. Every week, on “Fiction Friday”, I will be blogging 5-10 of my best tweets.
My goal is to gain a significant number of followers so that maybe an agent or publisher will take a chance on my book–all part of building my author’s platform.
I have to say that tweeting my book (rather than blogging it) has helped me scrutinize the work in a new way. Words like really, very, that, and just are getting the strike, and if there is a place where one word can be used instead of two, I do. (Contractions don’t count.)
My goal is that by the time I have tweeted through the entire 210K words (which I figured will be about 5 years), I will have trimmed at least 10,000 words from the final product. If I haven’t found a traditional publisher in a reasonable amount of time (to be determined), I will be ready to self-publish it through createspace.com (an Amazon affiliate). Once I have tweeted through the entire book, I will start all over again with new tweets.
I have to say, I have hit my blogging stride by having “feature days”, like #Micropoetry Mondays, #Fiction Fridays, and the midweek Writers Digest Wednesday Poetry Prompt. However, I will still have the occasional “special feature”, or oddball post, as I will never quite be a “hard-theme” blog that only posts on writing.
“Thou shalt have no other gods before me.” (Exodus 20:3)
David was my temple,
and at his altar,
for he was neither spirit nor stone,
but warm flesh,
and a heart deceitful above all things.
In His Name,
much evil had been done.
In the name of love,
such had been done with me.
Twas when I became a Saint,
I learned that the glory of God
for He knew all there was to know.
1999 was the summer of love,
the spring of a new life,
the autumn of my girlhood,
and the winter of my childhood.
I was harvested from the sand
by God, to become a star,
only to fall from Heaven once more.