In my case, I’ve for the last two months been using Twitter to write a real-time thriller. Hence: Twiller. (Cheap word play is what you get when you disintermediate, as they say, your agent and editor). It’s about a man who wakes up in the mountains of Colorado, suffering from amnesia, with a haunting feeling he is a murderer. In possession of only a cell phone that lets him Twitter, he uses the phone to tell his story of self-discovery, 140 characters at a time. Think “Memento” on a mobile phone, with the occasional emoticon. The appearance of my story on this new medium has apparently confused some people. But many of my newspaper colleagues write novels. I’ve already published one. This is just an experiment in a new medium.

On the whole, Open Mesh will only matter to people in San Francisco, for a couple of years — people who need to hook Facebook, Brightkite and Yelp together so they can change their relationship status as it happens, weep on Twitter and have their GPS loc broadcast, and then find the nearest bar to drink two shots of crap tequila and fall over. On their iPhone.

…when we go out on the prowl we’ll likely find someone we actually want to hook up with. You know, people actually doing stuff, instead of talking about it all the time and then going to Burning Man to be entertained by the few people out there who actually did make cool stuff. Not one failed screenwriter turned wanna-be videoblog microceleb in sight. All the hipster (former) hookers hoping to be blogstars are networking at Camp ValleySlag. The prospects around town look very appealing, indeed.

Disclosure: I follow Sorgatz on Twitter. Yes, that’s what the kids are calling it these days.