A change of heart?

I know I said I was a social media curmudgeon and all, but I’m trying to give social media another shot. I’ve got a shiny new Instagram account.

And, I even figured out how to install this handy, dandy widget on my blog that allows me to dazzle you with the brilliance of both my witty blog posts and my witty visual posts all at the same time. Mind blown, right?

I like Instagram because I enjoy taking pictures and because it feels like Twitter’s sophisticated older sister.  You know, the smart one who always dresses perfectly and says all the right things and whose boyfriend looks like Jake Ryan but without the eighties hair? Also, it doesn’t make my brain hurt when I look at my feed the way Twitter does. Instagram is filled with pretty pictures and hearts, thought-provoking quotes and stacks of books neatly arranged with objet d’art and twigs and glittering things. You had me at the stacks of books, Instagram. Add the glitter, and it’s all over.

As I spend the next week finishing up Sweet Scandal so that I can send it off to my editor as scheduled—and generally being a miserable human being running on coffee and little sleep to achieve this feat—Instagram may be just the distraction I need to keep what remains of my sanity intact. That, and YouTube videos of phonograph demonstrations. And, of course, men with beards.

Until next time, darlings!