social booster social media scheduling

This is the second instalment of my series about social media scheduling. My first candidate was SocialPilot. And now we’re moving on to Social Booster. I’ll be exploring the free options, as well as trialling their entry-level paid account. This review is being done with authors in mind.


Although to a lesser extent than SocialPilot, Social Booster is still set up for someone working in an agency managing social media for clients. You get this feel from the emphasis on teams and analytics, as well as the less than robust free version. The design is minimalist and uninspired and not terribly intuitive.

The lowest level paid version is very affordable at $86 a year billed annually, slightly more if you’re month to month.

What fired me up

SocialBooster has a greater ability to let you monitor your feeds for content and responses. It’s not as comprehensive as Hootsuite’s, but it’s significantly better than SocialPilot in this regard. You have an inbox of Twitter mentions, posts, and replies. This makes it easy to see at a glance what you need to respond to. However, it still doesn’t seem to have Hootsuite’s hashtag monitoring features. Their paid versions do offer keyword tracking.

You can also set up a schedule that automatically slots posts into the next available time slot. this makes it faster to do a daily post, for instance.

I also liked that it would occasionally email me with new responses to my posts.

What fizzled

The free version only allows ten (!) scheduled posts. This limitation is exactly what I was looking to avoid in shopping around, so it’s a huge black mark against an otherwise decent piece of competition. The lower ranks of the paid versions only allow 50 scheduled posts, which still feels limited for a paid service.

The UI can also feel a bit labyrinthine to navigate, and it isn’t always obvious how to access various bits, especially if you’re just starting out with it. It isn’t as clean as SocialPilot, but it also has more to show. And it doesn’t give you the unnecessary or hide what you’re working on based on your mouse location, like Hootsuite.

There is one thing I found aggravating about the auto schedule feature. If you delete an autoscheduled post, it will bump them all up. This resulted in several posts going out a day too early.


It’s pulling ahead of SocialPilot quite easily, at least in terms of a personal account. The same features that give it an edge in this realm probably also make more sense in a professional environment. However it still falls short of replacing Hootsuite.

“Annie! Annie, are you up yet? I’m taking the kids to school!”

Avery’s voice carries well throughout the house and reminds me of home. I’m awake, but have yet to rise. I have to now.

First stop is the bathroom. I see to Mother Nature’s necessities and then my own. In the mirror, a woman with average length hair in a boring colour stared back. Her eyes peer passively back at me, and her flawless skin doesn’t reveal her age.

As I brush my hair and apply just enough makeup, I wonder if thinking of myself in the third person is normal. It’s not important, unlike breakfast, which Avery’s prepared for me.

I have enough time to say goodbye to my family. My two children, Summer and Jim, are good kids. They’re well liked, and rarely spoken of. Sure, they could be smarter, or more attractive, but they’re solid B students and that’s what really matters.

My stalwart husband, Avery, is as average as his children. He tries to stay in shape but it’s hard to fit it all in, between helping me with the kids, church responsibilities, and his job as an accountant. He has a car in the garage that doesn’t run but he swears it will one day.

As for me, as far as most people are concerned I’m a meek, boring housewife. But it makes for a good cover as the neighbourhood’s number one option for the dirt on Mr. Next Door. That’s right, I’m Mrs. Body, the person behind the Busy Body Private Detective Services.

The wind howls, but the sails are still
Stiffened in the inescapable chill
Rigging once full of avian cries
Now just cloth encrusted with ice

Creaking wood moans low under the wind
Trapped and left with nothing to defend
In the bowels, straps and bars and manacles
On the prow, a sculpture encrusted with barnacles

Her crew is gone, alone she drifted
Untold eons since her sails were lifted
Her resting place is no captain’s fault
For he’s just bones encrusted with salt

The captain sits upon his throne
An eternal vigil, all alone
He stayed with the ship, followed all the rules
Stayed to guard treasures encrusted with jewels

One day she’ll stop resisting the call
And into her marine lover’s arms she’ll fall
He’ll devour her body, she’ll be lost to history
Her captain, his treasures, his hubris, encrusted with algae

via Daily Prompt: Encrusted

Read more of my poetry here.

Just a note that I’ve changed the title of the website from Oiseau de Feu to Ash and Feather.

This was just a result of having a lot of conversations along these lines:

Someone: Oh, you have a website! What’s it called?
Me: Oiseau de Feu
S: Say what now?
M: Oiseau de Feu. You know, like phoenix? Bird of fire?
S: You what?

So I’ve capitulated and gone for the English, yet still dignified, Ash and Feather. Same theme, same content, but an easier to convey title.

Change is constant
This is all we know

I’m a spring singer
a summer sojourner
in autumn, an artist
and a winter writer

Live in an instant
Just go with the flow

I’m always uncomfortable
because I’m always changing
my identity’s portable
we’re not in the business of prearranging

Staying the course is nonsense
Burn down the status quo

Are you a shark, a crocodile, maybe a tardigrade?
No, and that’s why you have to progress
I’ve never sat still, I’ve always strayed
No delivery, just carry out, when you order success

Change is constant
You know which way to go.

via Daily Prompt: Constant

Read more of my poetry here.

Make sure you use the appropriate pencil
Don’t draw freeform, use this stencil
Armed police keep you safer than a fence will
Dress for Jesus, and don’t be sinful
We don’t want you led astray, we’ll blur out those pixels
That’s a fire hazard, now take down that tinsel
There’s a war on Christmas, it’s as clear as crystal
Remember, it’s not hate if it’s official
You don’t need medicine, just take fish oil
Always respect authority; it’s just that simple
You should love America; we’ve the biggest missile
Stop and Frisk isn’t profiling if they’ve always got a pistol
Learn to respond promptly at a bell or whistle
Children should always be polite and cheerful
Never talk back, protest, nor so much as bristle
No matter what, your clothes and skin mustn’t wrinkle
You need to compromise; we won’t meet you in the middle

Now forget everything you’ve learned; we’ve a fire to kindle

via Daily Prompt: Lecture

Read more of my poetry here.

Be wilder:
Baby girl please don’t age; you’re so pretty
Be wilder:
Pretend you’re a ballerina
Be wilder:
But be nicer to Tina
Be wilder:
One day you’ll travel the planet
Be wilder:
Make a wish; the candles are lit
Be wilder:
But don’t rip your new dress
Be wilder:
Only a good girl can be a princess
Be wilder:
The world is your pearl

Be wilder:
You should dress like a girl
Be wilder:
Don’t get mud on your knees
Be wilder:
Wear a crown of daisies
Be wilder:
Dance beside the campfire
Be wilder:
But don’t arouse his desire
Be wilder:
Don’t you want him to like you?
Be wilder:
Stop reading; there’s no time to
Be wilder:
Life’s too short to care about grades

Be wilder:
We’re gonna hit the raves
Be wilder:
Grow your hair out long
Be wilder:
Put your lipstick on
Be wilder:
Hell yeah, six inch heels
Be wilder:
You’ll be hell on wheels
Be wilder:
But no, not like that
Be wilder:
You look like you’ve got the clap
Be wilder:
Less like a used up city tramp
Be wilder:
More like the girl from summer camp
Be wilder:
Might as well, you’re getting old

Be wilder:
Now no one minds your belly roll
Be wilder:
Wear clashing colours
Be wilder:
Go outside in your rollers
Be wilder:
Hit on men you pass in the street
Be wilder:
They’re no threat when you’re no treat
Be wilder:
Cause you know life is short
Be wilder:
Get drunk in Miami airport
Be wilder:
You’re free now, we’re moving on to your child

Be wilder:
Live as wide as a country mile
Be wilder:
Learn from my mistakes
Be wilder:
Don’t listen to those ‘girl power’ fakes
Be wilder:
Don’t accept ‘boys will be boys’
Be wilder:
You can play with army toys
Be wilder:
Get dirty, be loud, fill your own space
Be wilder:
I was given a small taste
Be wilder:
They want you in a cage, but it doesn’t have to be.

via Daily Prompt: Bewildered