Okay, so, I’m hoping you trust me after last time. But just in case, here’s some super-tiny, hard-to-read proof:
And closer up:
As you regular readers know—or rather people who have read the previous seven posts since this blog isn’t old enough to have regular readers—I’m kind of lukewarm about Twitter. For one, I don’t think I’m concisely funny enough for it. Hanging out on the homepage is also a quick way to lose about five hours. With constant content coming in from all sides, it can be a little overwhelming.
And I just feel kind of smarmy calling anyone my follower. Fan sounds nicer, and doesn’t make me feel like I should be passing out cyber-cups of Kool-aid.
But within one week, I got tiny but precious bits of acknowledgement from two of my favorite writers in the entire world. They read words that I wrote, and liked them enough that they thought other people should read them too.
Even I’ve got to admit that’s pretty damned cool.
I’ll put up a real post tomorrow. It may even be about writing for once. Remember when I said this blog would be about writing?
Well, good. Clearly I don’t either.