Twitter is an odd thing. When I discovered it years ago (wait let me go look... okay 2009. So 5 years?) it was amazing tool for freelance work. I got more jobs than I could follow up on. Without it I wouldn't have paid rent. I quickly got staff work with online magazines then I didn't use it or need it much at all.
Then for a long time it was just an activist tool. A way to be present at actions I couldn't be present at, to share real-time info and show support.
Now suddenly I'm back and working on building a social media presence and a strong network of writers and artists etc --in order to market and promote my own as yet unfinished books (and those of other writers I love). It's a whole different animal or I am. And I'm not sure I'm liking either of us.
Wouldn't it be easier to seduce a publicist? Why can't writers sleep their way to the top? (You'd have to be very energetic to make the bestseller list with that strategy. I'm tired just thinking about it.)
The writing is hard enough. Marketing is stupey. Stupey-stupey stupid. With a side of ugh.