A Brief Moment Of Self-Indulgent Grousing

To the people who follow me on Twitter:

Hi there.

The other day, I said some nice things about Twitter and the avenues for communication it offers.

The thing to remember about Twitter is that’s all it is.  An avenue for communication.

Earlier today, I posted a note about how the publisher of my book sent me a note that the first copy — a test copy, but the first copy nonetheless — will be in my possession in a few days.

And I twittered about it.

See, to me this is a big deal.

Now, I’m not expecting it to be a big deal for anyone else.

But it is to me.

I was rather hoping someone on Twitter who follows me — and there are 371 of you at last count — would have said something about it.

Like congratulations.

Or that’s terrific.

Or I’m happy for you.

Maybe even “so what’s the book about?”

But no.

Some friends on Facebook said these things, and I’m deeply thankful to each of them.

And you?

How did you respond?

You didn’t.

Not a word.

Not one.

You were too busy railing against Obama or talking up Tea Parties on April 15th to say anything.

Anything at all.

I know that shouldn’t bother me.

But it does.

It was rather rude.

Now, I know I don’t always say congratulations or I’m happy for you or things like that to all of you when you share good news.

I’m working on that.

Going to be better about it.

Mind if I suggest you start doing the same by talking to someone who’s actually reading your twitters?

President Obama isn’t.

In case you were wondering.

That’s all I have to say right now.

Good night.