ellenkushner: (EK:  Twelfth Night)
Last month, when Neil Gaiman's father died (the morning after NG finally came to dinner at our house!), I signed up for Twitter so I could follow him to see how he was doing. I set up my own Tweeting 'cause why not? (I bear the highly original name of EllenKushner there.) I added a couple more friends I saw I could follow. And to my surprise, a coupla folks signed up to follow me. I decided not to announce it here or on Facebook, to see how the Virus might spread, and possibly how.

I'd gotten to around 130 "followers" that way . . . but this morning Neil listed me in his #fridayfollow, and now, of course, my numbers have more than doubled. Some are actual friends who didn't know I was tweeting. Most are people I don't know (or at least, whose monikers I don't recognize) - I hope they've read my books, and are not just following Neil blindly in hopes that I'll be mythic and/or amusing. It's been interesting learning what's good to post in short form. I have to say I enjoy the invitation - indeed, the necessity - not to wax eloquent or philosophical for more than a few words. Makes throwing out the occasional apercu (or whine) very easy. (I know I *could* post little updatey things like that here on LJ, but it's not Our House Style.)

So that's what greeted me when I woke this morning from a dream of peace and checked my e-mail. Also, [livejournal.com profile] ellen_datlow's pictures of this week's FantasticFiction reading at KGB. Including this rather affecting one of Cassie, Josh & me polishing off the last of the Manischewitz.

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