For the second time in my life, I am deleting my Twitter account.

Using Twitter feels like a chore rather than an enjoyable microblog experience. No matter how relaxed I approached the Twitter platform, the environment sucked me into a different routine of building followers; scheduled tweets; likes; and other distractions.

The more options one has to manage an account, the more opportunities one has to mess it up. I made the mistake of joining a #writerslift.

The result?

I gained followers and followed good folk, with whom I had little in common because, at this exact moment, I am not writing a book.

Twitter also includes:

  • The “ordinary” man or woman - people who respond to news or publish genuine microblogs. Such users are hard to find.
  • Millions on a journey of self-promotion.
  • Other bloggers who want you to read their latest post but are not that interested in anyone else’s.
  • Video ads.
  • Writers/bloggers/others who pose an odd question to get engagement. I found it tempting to try:

If you were a ride-on lawnmower, who would you want to be owned by and why?

Twitter has improved in recent years in terms of fake/spam accounts. I only received one follow from a bot who wanted to take their clothes off for me.

In the end, I asked myself - do I want or need to spend precious hours using software and brainpower to build a follower count?

After all, the hours lost to follower building are lost writing hours.

I am also sceptical how genuine conversation can take place when follow/following is not naturally developed.

Perhaps I’m in error not to have a blogging plan, but let’s see what happens if I write for self-expression.

I have no doubt, through, I’ll continue to meet some interesting people along the way.