I noticed an odd trend in my 15 Minute Tweet Tales this week – four of them are written in first person. Although all my novels are written in first person, I usually write my tweet tales in third person. I’m not exactly sure why because it would actually save precious tweet characters to write them in first person. I guess some of it has to do with not being sure people reading them realize they are tweet tales rather than random comments about my day. And since so many of mine deal with death, torture, and/or love gone wrong, I don’t want people thinking they’re non-fiction resulting in me having an awkward conversation with the police. Anyway, I have no idea why I choose first person for so many this week, but I did think it was an interesting trend. 

 

There are also three tweet tales featuring dogs, but that’s not a new trend considering my adoration of sweet, adorable canines! In fact, here’s a picture my sister sent me just as I was typing this post of her two very happy fur-babies, Kali and Molly. 

 

9/3 – She spends every practice enskying her son's skills to other parents. During the first game, he kicks ball into opposing team's net. Twice.

 

9/4 – The dog's ecstatic when I walk inside. Since I only grabbed the paper, it wasn't long enough to miss me. Still makes me happy every time.

 

9/5 – She dominates the airwaves due to her inimitable ability to hold high notes, but her songs make my dog howl in pain. I have to agree.

 

9/6 – His license gainsays his assurance that he's over 21. He slips me a $20. I roll my eyes. He hands me four more. I let him in with a smile.

 

9/7 – He was drawn to her jocose personality. Exactly as she planned. But now that she knew him, she wasn't sure she could pull the trigger.

 

9/8 – Though it's social suicide, with a gallant flourish of his arm, he escorts his grandma into his prom. She'd been too poor to attend hers.

 

9/9 – The dog's lugubrious expression is a ploy to hustle more treats, but we can't help ourselves. We oblige until he's so fat he waddles.

 

Play along and write tweet tales for the above words. If you’re willing to share, post them on twitter with the hashtag #15tt or add them below in the comments because I’d love to read them. Any thoughts about this week's tweet tales or #15tt words?

I noticed an odd trend in my 15 Minute Tweet Tales this week – four of them are written in first person. Although all my novels are written in first person, I usually write my tweet tales in third person. I’m not exactly sure why because it would actually save precious tweet characters to write them in first person. I guess some of it has to do with not being sure people reading them realize they are tweet tales rather than random comments about my day. And since so many of mine deal with death, torture, and/or love gone wrong, I don’t want people thinking they’re non-fiction resulting in me having an awkward conversation with the police. Anyway, I have no idea why I choose first person for so many this week, but I did think it was an interesting trend. 

 

There are also three tweet tales featuring dogs, but that’s not a new trend considering my adoration of sweet, adorable canines! In fact, here’s a picture my sister sent me just as I was typing this post of her two very happy fur-babies, Kali and Molly. 

 

9/3 – She spends every practice enskying her son's skills to other parents. During the first game, he kicks ball into opposing team's net. Twice.

 

9/4 – The dog's ecstatic when I walk inside. Since I only grabbed the paper, it wasn't long enough to miss me. Still makes me happy every time.

 

9/5 – She dominates the airwaves due to her inimitable ability to hold high notes, but her songs make my dog howl in pain. I have to agree.

 

9/6 – His license gainsays his assurance that he's over 21. He slips me a $20. I roll my eyes. He hands me four more. I let him in with a smile.

 

9/7 – He was drawn to her jocose personality. Exactly as she planned. But now that she knew him, she wasn't sure she could pull the trigger.

 

9/8 – Though it's social suicide, with a gallant flourish of his arm, he escorts his grandma into his prom. She'd been too poor to attend hers.

 

9/9 – The dog's lugubrious expression is a ploy to hustle more treats, but we can't help ourselves. We oblige until he's so fat he waddles.

 

Play along and write tweet tales for the above words. If you’re willing to share, post them on twitter with the hashtag #15tt or add them below in the comments because I’d love to read them. Any thoughts about this week's tweet tales or #15tt words?