All The Little Birdies Go…

I can’t say what I have to say in 140 characters.

In case you missed it, I tend to write long. However, I am a great believer in the communications art of concision. If you’re not familiar with the word, concision is what happens when you have a car you want to advertise in the classified section of your local newspaper (remember those?) and they charge $1.50 per word. You learn very quickly what concision means.

So what I am doing on Twitter?

Mostly following authors and pastors I respect. Actually only ten so far, but more to come once I figure out how to do that. Or are you only allowed ten? There is saying that ‘you can’t teach an old dog new social media platforms.’

But there’s also saying that ‘you can lead a horse to water but you can’t make him drink.’ The corollary to that great axiom is, ‘Yes, but you can put salt in his oats to make him thirsty.’

So far, I have Tweeted nothing particular profound. How can someone who is so prolific in Blogland have so little to say to the Twitterers?

You can try to help me figure this out @PaulWil71355270

The lines are open. Or whatever the equivalent of that is.