Catapulting into the Internet

 
As if entering the Age of the Computer weren’t jarring enough four years ago, my old body now finds itself in the Internet World.  Now I am in company with some very odd characters.  

First I joined the Bloggers.  Soon after I was informed that I had become a Twit and should be Twittering.  (Or is that “Tweeting”?)  I used the Blog for a while until something went crazy with the system, (something about “crashing,” whatever that means) and the really important part of the Blog, the part that shows how to buy my books through Amazon (a crafty ploy put in by my grandson), simply vanished. 
A Blog that is crippled is no use to me, let’s be honest.  Simply blabbing about one thing and another may be fun for persons like me who suffer from writer’s tic, but in a practical sense, it’s a loser.  

As for this Twitter thing, I may be on it, but I don’t have a clue as to what it’s all about.  So much for Twitter.

Maybe, to further broadcast my fame as the Grandma Moses of authors, I should cave in to those who urge me to find more friends on Facebook.  

No, I have enough trouble keeping on good terms with the friends I have without getting my old face in somebody’s book.  What does one say to these strangers?  “Buy my book” can become tiresome.  Of course, I don’t ask them to read my book.  Bush (The Elder) tried that once with lips, remember?

My younger son, who is my editor, may have found the solution for me, something that might save me from making book talks.  While there’s nothing more fun than talking about yourself, it’s pretty draining, and after a while people are no longer curious to see what a ninety-something-year-old author looks like.

So, he has set me up with a web page.  Let’s hope it will work well.  Surely it’s easy to “access,” as they say.  You may think that the address (tinabishopauthor.com) sounds egotistical, but there’s a good reason to include author.  Tina Bishop is a common name on the Internet and one of the other Tina Bishops is already well known, not for writing – for writhing – in a soft porn horror movie.  Thus, the descriptive word after my name.