I have a confession to make. I have been cheating on my blog. It’s shameful, I know. Twitter has seduced me. It’s the age-old story: she’s younger, prettier and doesn’t demand as much of my time as the old ball-and-chain. At least, at first she didn’t demand as much of my time. Now, though, she has become an obsession. I am driven to distraction, constantly thinking about what she’s doing, what I will say to her next, pulling out my phone every few minutes to check up on her. Remember Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction? There is something of that in her. She demands that I give in to my immediate desires, just to please her. I don’t want to be her slave, but I can’t give her up. I want to give love and affection to my blog, but I am beguiled by the instant gratification of a Tweet. It is short and sweet; poignant, yet ultimately disposable. Our relationship leaves no lasting impression on the world, the way that the solid, dependable companionship of a blog does. A blog builds a history of a day, a year, a lifetime. Twitter records the instantaneous; the here and now; the impulsive.

I know that I will probably never be able to give up Twitter entirely. But my blog has expressed a tolerance for an open relationship. She understands my impulsive nature and wants to give me the freedom to experience that world. She has even agreed to be tweeted about. But she’ll always be here, waiting to nurture my creative side, waiting to be my steady companion in that tumultuous existence that the internet brings.

So feel free to follow me @CyberLizard. And when you’re ready for more than 140 characters of me at a time, come on back here. For I shall never leave my true love.