B-T-G-F-G-M?

I've been learning about Twitter this morning: the importance of giveaways, the best time of the day to post, scheduling posts in advance, the most effective way to use hashtags, etc. Some of this is new, some of it, not so much. Great resource if you're trying to get familiar with this social networking monster: Bookbliss. I LOVE twitter, but I don't spend that much time there--not for lack of wanting, merely by lack of hours in the day. I've also started looking at HootSuite because of how it condenses the feed and makes it easy to see everything at a single glance. What great Twitter tips have you learned?

So about the title of this post... No, this is not some new interwebs acronym you've never heard about. Very soon my Mystery Guest will be making his/her appearance (and no, I'm not going to give his/her identity away, yet). BTFGM is his/her "thang". (<--Do you see that? Living in the south is starting to affect me. Eek! Run for the hills!) In anticipation of his/her appearance, I'm going to expand upon this amazing random revelation.

By
The
Great
Furry
Green
Monster!

And now, a funny for you. =)

Hello Blogfest, Goodbye Cheese

Shelley Watters is hosting a "Twitter" pitch blogfest for completed MS's. The prize? A full manuscript request from Suzie Townsend of Fine Print Literary Management. See more here. In 140 characters, not words, characters, here's my pitch:

Title: Faux Paw

Genre: YA Urban fantasy

Word Count: 70,000

Socially inept Faux only wanted a boyfriend, until she burst into flame and initiated the apocalypse. Now all she wants is to go home.

The non-scaled down blurb goes a little something like this:

Ugly, socially inept Faux (Fox) never hoped for more than a boyfriend by the time her seventeenth birthday rolled around. Alone—abandoned by both career-parents on her special day, she lit the candle. “Make a wish!” she sighed, blew out the cake, and exploded, literally.

Seems there’s one or two things Mom and Dad hadn’t mentioned—like the freaky way she could imitate the human torch, or the reaper-like creatures on her trail, or the two opposing and steamy misfits working to psychologically win her over. Now uncovering the truth about her past is the only thing that may save her from the monsters on her trail—all of them.

AND ON TO THE CHEESE:

I keep hearing it, and so my "youthful" days of wishfully thinking I'm above the law...

are over.

What law? Oh, the law of name branding. So, (as much as it pains me,) I'm retiring the profile name of "Happily Cheesy" (*don't cry, don't cry!*) in favor of my real name.

It's not that I don't like my name. Actually, I love it! When I realized I was going to marry a Collier, I leapt for joy. I mean--besides the fact my hubby rocks, I'm now an alliteration. =)