Inside my head I am a wonderful singer. As soon as I open my mouth to sing out loud that's when it all goes wrong. It sounds dreadful.
I can do a great accent, in my head. If I read books by Irish authors Marian Keyes and Cecelia Ahern it's an Irish voice in my head that tells the story. Reading autobiographies I hear the voice of the person writing the book. Ask me to tell a joke with an Irish, American, Welsh, or any other accent apart from Scottish and I'm lost, I try hard but will get a better laugh from my rubbish accent than I do from the quality of the joke. I also had a stammer when I was younger, the voice I knew I had inside me was not the same one that emerged when I spoke. I blogged about it here
Why can't I recreate what I hear in my head to what everyone hears when I sing or speak?
This brings me to people I tweet with on Twitter and people who read and are kind enough to comment on my blog. I don't read what they have written in their accent, probably because I have never heard them speak, I read it in my own voice.
Today is my Twitter anniversary, I have been twittering away for three years and no one has stopped me. I cannot believe it has been so long.
If I hadn't joined twitter I may never have started my blog. The support I had from some lovely people on twitter when I started my blog is what kept me going. I began by following some celebrities but they didn't follow back. I then followed people with boxer dogs as I had one at the time and they all followed me back. My favourite authors were next, only a few followed me back but most replied to my tweets to them. I then discovered new writers and bloggers and that's when my fun began. I now have nearly four hundred followers and that's plenty for me,I don't need thousands. I think there must be about thirty people I tweet with regularly. So far I've had no bad experiences with twitter, I know some people have but that's what the button to block is for, you just cut them off forever.
I can't see a time when I won't be on twitter unless for some reason it stops being fun. Twitter is always there at at any time even in the middle of the night you'll find, people from different time zones, mums doing the night feed with a baby, people waiting for partners or teenagers to come home from a night out, or caregivers watching over a sleeping relative and needing a listening ear. Sometimes we even have twitter parties where we can get pie-eyed on virtual wine. One of my blogging friends recently likened twitter to a chat over the garden fence (except she was tweeting to a tortoise) and I couldn't find a better way to describe it so thanks @RosalindAdam
Happy twitterversary to me and if you're reading this and you're not on twitter, why?
If any of my twitter friends find themselves in Glasgow, give me a tweet, and we'll meet, I'd like to hear your voice.
Do you love twitter? Do you ever wonder about people's voices?
From 1967 The Beatles and With A Little Help From My Friends