birth of a detective — part 1

The question I get asked the most on Twitter (and Formspring) is: Are those your own tweets? Hence, I had to change my profile bio to its current state, emphasizing that I’m not possessed by the devil and whatnot.

And what a wonderful topic to explore on my first post. But this isn’t about the profile, or the question. It’s about the tweets themselves, a dissection of the brainwork behind them. I don’t think it’s fair to summarize the process into one or two (or even thousands of) steps. But I do want to tell a story. Why not?

By the time I was in Grade 6, around 11 years old, I had read quite an impressive number of books. That number is 0. Ok, maybe impressive in a negative way. And not counting schoolbooks, of course. I had not read a book outside of the curriculum, and, if my life had gone on the way I wanted, I would have probably continued to not read a book. Why read when I’ve got the TV to keep me entertained.

But in Grade 6, I ran into that inevitable moment when someone’s life takes a turn for its fate.

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post number one

This is the hardest post of all.

The post that defines, draws the lines, sets the boundaries, and imposes all kinds of limitations. This is the post that I won’t write. There are no boundaries here.

This blog was born not only because several ‘tweeps’ – both real and virtual friends – have urged me to do it, but also because Twitter does have its limitations. No, not the 140-character limit. That one is in fact a delight to work with. The real limitation is attention span. Nobody wants a long idea up there.

So here’s to WalkWays, a blog dedicated to tweeting longer.

Thanks for visiting, and pass by often. Bookmark the blog if you have to. And don’t forget to read the about page for an idea of what’s going on, and the this page about the ‘author’.

Come back tomorrow for the first ‘real’ post :)

 

PS: Why May 16? It’s my birthday. WalkWays is a gift-to-self of sorts.