I have been writing two novels on Twitter. FitToLove_novel, is a novel I started months ago and it seems like there’s no end in sight. That's why I began XmasIsNear. There could be a logical end to it.
In Twitter, your postings can only be 140 characters long. Including spaces. This has its obvious limitations, but it also provides unique opportunities. Each post has two purposes. One is to further the ongoing story. And, two, is to be entertaining, in its own right. It can communicate more than just what the words say. Like a haiku.
Some people post many times a day. To let you know they’re eating breakfast. To let you know they want to go to Target. To let you know the broccoli at dinner was awful. It’s kind of crazy.
But it’s fun. It can keep a writer sharp. Or, it can seriously warp his mind and, perhaps, cramp his style.
The story is too long to put into one posting here, so this and the next one will bring you up to date with XmasIsNear. The first three are in Twitter format.
Nearer than you think. Only 54 days. Now, the first step to Xmas success and my present resolution: I will be good on Halloween. 9:53 AM Oct 31st from Seesmic
I didn’t trash. I didn’t smash. I only took one piece of candy at each stop and I didn’t eat everything at one time. Dang, I’m good. 9:59 AM Nov 1st from Seesmic
I am goal-oriented. I want on be on the good list. I want, what some might consider, a mountain of presents. Oh yeah, world peace, too. 9:14 AM Nov 2nd from Seesmic
Xmas is more than a state of mind. More than a commercial holiday that our nation depends on. More than just presents. Sure.
I’m serious. As never before. I have a feeling that this Xmas is going to change everything. I mean it. See, it’s already working. Isn’t it?
Santa has his list, but I’m making a plan. Be worthy. Think of others first. Help out. Visualize that mountain of presents. Stay calm.
Two days ago, 20 inches of snow. The scene was set. Today, 65° and it’s gone. I’m trying to hold onto my dreams, but they’re slippery.
To stay in the mood, I’m reading, The Night Before Xmas. Yeah, it’s a little early, but to Santa, the elves, and the reindeer it’s imminent.
When visualizing, the clearer, the more specific you can be, the better. Okay. A stocking worthy of Bigfoot.
I can see it now, my every Xmas wish answered. To get it to work, I’ll have to write it all down. No wish too small or too big. Here goes.
First, I need… I mean, I’d like a giant TV, big enough to walk into. Braces that light up at night. A box of Oreo’s from Costco. Some milk.
A pillow that's just right. One of those robot vacuum cleaners, but one I don't have to be afraid of. A drawer full of socks the same color.
Curtains that don't let the light in. Pants that fit. And, while we're at it, some of that self-slimming underwear. Clothes make the man.
I am so domestic! How about a shower head that will knock my socks off. Veggies that won't turn brown. Some earmuffs. A case of Hamm's.
An iPhone with an app that apologizes for being annoying. A hard drive I'll never have to replace or worry about. One cord to rule them all.
A watch I can read. An endless cup of coffee. Sufficient half and half. A river of agave. Bananas every morning. Wait, breakfast is ready.
Another box of Oreos from Costco. A mood ring I can control. The infinite Amazon gift card. More socks. Three wishes. Jeeves. A barn.
Diamonds! Emeralds! Gold! Wait a second. Maybe I'm getting carried away.
I'm not just materialistic. I did mention world peace.
What about a new mantra? And, some yogurt. Mother Teresa's humility. Gandhi's conviction. Einstein's brains. MLK's perseverance.
Fats Waller's sense of enjoyment. Horton's devotion. Pooh's equanimity. Harold's imagination. George and Martha's generosity.
That ought to do it for right now. There's more, but there's time, too. I should concentrate on good deeds for a while. Or, watch the game.
Today, I'm only going to do the right thing and only speak the truth. I'll be so good that Santa will put me on the right list for sure.
Let's see... I'll recycle. I'll go to the gym. I'll give money to that guy at the intersection, who can't play the guitar. I won't swear.
Oh, ****. Heck, it's a process. Thanksgiving tomorrow. I'll say the grace this year. I won't have too much of anything. I'll do the dishes.
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