If I’m going to write a book, especially a book about myself, then there are some rules I need to follow. As a “rule,” I tend to think there are too many rules in life as it is. But in deciding to write this book about myself and Twitter, I knew that there were a few things I was going to have to follow for the good of the people. What do you mean “What does that mean?” I just write things, I’m not in charge of making sense, that’s a whole other department. Talk to Phil, he runs things over in the Coherency Department.
Over the course of the last year, I’ve gone through a surge of scoring work from new (and exciting!! I’m required to add two “!” at the end of exciting per my contract with @JonathanNail and @SOLOtheSeries. If I forget, I get flogged by@GinaYates, then berated by @JasonBurns while @alliecine shakes her head in disgust. It’s a very complicated contract.) contacts, as well as gone through a breakup and a new (and Exciting!! I’m required by @alliecine to add the extra “!” as well, and you don’t even want to know what happens if I don’t. Let’s just say it involves jumper cables, a pack of Red Vines, a TV remote that doesn’t work, a bounce card and 4 and 1/4 index cards.) relationship.
I decided early on in the book planning stage, which consisted my laptop, coffee, and lots of “What was I thinking?!” moments followed by sobbing, that the book was about MY experience with Twitter, and what I had taken from it over the course of the year. In many cases I will be calling out people by name, but only in a positive light. My relationships will obviously be a topic of book discussion, but only in the general sense, and only about myself, not the other people involved. Now, those of you who follow me on Twitter, especially if it’s been for over 6-8 months, will know a lot more than the book divulges, because I am pretty open on Twitter about my daily activities and feelings. For those of you that want to know more after reading the book…. well, you’re just going to have to read all 17,000 + tweets to fill in the gaps.
That being said, In The Belly of the Fail Whale will be incredibly personal, probably the most personal I’ve ever been in public. And funny, because no one is better at making fun of Rob than Rob, despite what @cartermason tells you. He’s not a fan of pants.