Writers and Twitter
The internet is the best thing that has ever happened for writers.
Not everyone agrees with this.
Some people wish writers would stay the hell off Twitter and stick to writing their books.
This week in particular there has been a lot of talk about the way authors use the internet. One successful writer has been branded a 'monster' for retweeting praise of his books.
Personally, I thought this was a bit harsh. But I would think that because I am also a 'monster'. In the sense that if you say something really nice on Twitter about my books or this very blog there is a chance I'll retweet it.
And yes, it is true I am opinionated sometimes and say some things that annoy people from time to time. And yes, yes, if you lined up all my tweets and status updates side-by-side they could probably stretch around the equator seventeen times and really they should be novels instead.
But - I say, shuffling papers - I would like to read to the court some considered points about why writers love social networking and why this is okay even if sometimes they use Twitter to promote themselves.
- We are lonely. We are impossibly lonely. Up in the attic, eating toast and wondering when we should have a shower and trying to remember what wearing shoes felt like. We therefore like to chat to people.
- Writers have always been self-publicists. Mark Twain, for instance, always went around in a white suit saying 'look at me, here I come in my white suit'. Maigret author Georges Simenon once had the very real plan of writing a novel while sitting inside a glass box so his readers could watch him as he wrote. Now Twitter is our glass box. And you can walk past it if you want.
- Publishers like us being online. The book industry turns authors into brands. But when we act like them for five seconds we are jumped on by people who probably watch 700 toilet duck adverts a day but won't stomach an author being passionate about their novels.
- It works.
- Publishers sell us enthusiastically. But the poor blighters have to say that every book they publish is amazingly brilliant. And very few books are amazingly brilliant. So they crack and go crazy and end up in psychiatric wards mumbling 'it is our big book for Spring, it is Virginia Woolf meets Tom Clancy' to a pair of curtains.
- No person is going to buy someone's book if they are sending a million tweets saying 'Hey! Do you like erotic cowboys? Buy my sensational erotic cowboy novel Nice Gun, Sheriff for £4.56 on Amazon. #cowboys #kindle #erotica #didimentioncowboys?' So don't worry about it it.
- No writer started off writing for money. A writer writes primarily to be understood, to share their strange imagination, to feel validated, to entertain, to make you laugh and cry, to delight, to thrill through the magic of words, to provoke thought, to shout to humanity and shine torches on our mistakes, to be Shelley's 'unacknowledged legislators of the world'.
- Writing books is hard. It is like holding a hot coal tight in your hand. And the Internet is like a bucket of ice. And I really have no idea where I am going with this analogy. But if Gogol and Woolf and Hemingway and Sexton had the ability to chat online about amusing gifs featuring kittens, well, they might have lived a bit longer. Possibly.
- Books aren't normal products. They are extensions of the soul. And we sweat blood over them. And don't you think Dickens would have retweeted Thackeray saying nice things about Little Dorrit? Of course he would have.
So there you go.
No-one knows the exact formula.
If it is okay to include quotes on a website why not on a Twitter feed now and again? Why is the writer who bigs themselves up in their author bio less egotistical than the person who mentions those same things in another written medium? If most of what we say is original and fresh and interesting are we allowed to say oh by the way you might like my book? Will I ever stop annoying people on Twitter and Facebook with my over-excited and ill-informed opinions? What would Shakespeare do?
These are all questions to which we may one day find the answer. In the meantime, as Jesus once never tweeted, 'hey, shall we just chillax a bit and live and let live and be nice to each other and stuff'?







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Writers are the original "remote workers." They inherently know what it feels like to work/live in a sensory deprivation chamber--at least until spouse/kids arrive home in the evening. Twitter and other forums provide some semblance of stimulus and interaction.
I think most people understand the huge difference between authors promoting their work and bashing people over the head with it.
#Thank #you #I'm #lonely #too. Long live us faulted humans!
Amen to all of it. Especially the part about being lonely. I'd go nuts without my Twitter.
Brilliant! Thanks for this. I'm twittering it.
Oh my god! You mean we're meant to have a shower?
PS: I'd buy the cowboy book as well! You've got to write it now.
Well said! (And I wouldn't have got to read this if I didn't follow Twitter...)
"- We are lonely. We are impossibly lonely. Up in the attic, eating toast and wondering when we should have a shower and trying to remember what wearing shoes felt like. We therefore like to chat to people."
Oh, I feel much better now. I thought it was just me who was turning into a recluse...
You asked one important question, 'What would Shakespeare do?' When he was knocking about there only were six other playwrights and barely any literate people in the country, and it was The Renaissance, so, no smiley faces, just Botticelli and the Black Death and Edmund Spenser to joust with. In a sense self-publicity was practically the same thing as writing poetry.
What would he do NOW? What, if he had to write repulsive, banal, horrifically undignified messages or letters to get published in the first place? Sound like a blonde bimbo just to pass muster, to be polite, to conform to debased parlance even if what he had was God on Earth? He would shoot himself. He, quite possibly, already has (his contemporary equivalent), but we will never know.
I also think Shakespeare would've had difficulties writing at all, since his method was to take various reprehensible characters, or noble ones, and give them souls and idiom beyond their capacities - to imagine and endow beyond their limits, or limits of expression - I think, confronted on a daily basis with the evidence of a dead-end humanity, and in particular made to witness its degradation in literary terms; forced to see that really, depth and passion simply does not apply and he cannot create it for us, in our name; his soul - even his - would despair.
It takes innocence to write like that. And it is not death or cruelty or sadism or insanity or even corruption that destroys innocence: it is the constant etiolation of one's spirit in the face of perpetual, remorseless vapidity.
There may be other reasons why Shakespeare is not here, but they'll all miss the point of his weeping horror that to create at all, with his level of faith and desire, is no longer possible.
I felt very queasy about posting good reviews until someone pointed out that it's also a plug for the blogger/reviewer. Didn't feel quite so shameless after that.
Top post. The hot coal/bucket of ice thing is perfect. It doesn't need to go anywhere else.
Great article! I was LMAO!
Just keep making us think and laugh, Matt! And I'll follow you.
I would totally buy that cowboy book. Just sayin'... :-D
Another excellent post sir. Although you forgot to mention that once in a while, we writers need someone to rant at and Twitter is the ideal tool!
Feedback is essential, whether you're an author, illustrator, publisher or blogger - and if an author, illustrator or publisher retweets one of our reviews or says thank you if we've said nice things about them on Twitter, it's nice to have that connection and feedback. Don't understand at all where the "monster" bit comes in but (sigh) The Internet (shrug)
You seem like a very level-headed writer with a good approach, and an obsession for the actual writing. Anything taken to the extreme draws fire, I think, eventually, and the author in question above retweeted every single positive comment to the point that - if he was actually conversing on Twitter with anyone - you'd not know it without researching his feed to find the posts.
I'm more likely to post a tweet about a good review of my work than to retweet something someone said - because I figure MOSTLY the people already following me will see it, and MOSTLY they already have at least a passing interest (if they actually exist).
Good article.
-DNW
I like authors self-publicising it makes them much more real to us than the standard picture on the cover of each book. If their comments/tweets are as funny and informative as yours then even better.
This is all so painfully true - especially the bit about being up in the attic eating toast (or biscuits in my case). And if people don't like what you tweet, they always have an option...
Amen!
Also - you have toast? An attic?! Muttermutter *holeintheroad* muttermutter.
Would just add, I don't think the BUY MY BOOK NOW! promo's sell a single copy; and, post more non-brags than brags.
Some writers have to do the whole marketing/publicity thing themselves if they are not with the "monster" publishers. Twitter/FB are very valuable where that is the case.
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