A little surreal

So my book is still selling well.  Which is weird.  Bestsellers list for a week, even hit #1 in Canada for a time.

And now I get a notification (well, yesterday afternoon, but I was busy and nowhere near anything I can type sensibly on) that I’ve reached 100 followers on this blog!

I expected to sell all of four copies that weren’t to my own mother.  I expected that this blog would sink to the bottom of the blogosphere with photosofmytoenailclippings.com (I’m NOT going to see if that’s a real site, because I might discover it’s a popular one and then I will have to cry) and have exactly no readers (hey, I don’t read my own blog – I wrote it, I know what it says!).

It’s very surreal for a shy person who has forever spent their life with never more than a handful of close friends and a number of cordial acquaintances to have an hundred (more if you count Facebook page likes, Twitter followers, Tublr … whatever you do on Tumblr, etc.) people interested in what one has got to say.

I’m not sure what I normal for people to say in this situation, but I’ve never much cared about that.  I’m going to go with, simply, thank you.

I made a Twit!

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All by myself, I’ve posted something to my Twitter feed!

 

I shan’t be doing that again.  It was needlessly esoteric.

 

Yes I know they say it’s called a Tweet, but the root of Twitter is Twit, not Tweet.  If it is a Twitter then it is a place where one Twits.  QED.