The year was 2010. The month, October. I was a fainting fool at the hands of a brand new Twitter account. I had all of three followers. I was excited.
I believe one of my first half-dozen followers was an indie author named Cyndi Tefft. She seemed enamoured with my surname and confessed to being madly in love with people from Scotland. I quickly unlisted my phone number and wrote a hasty
Published on October 11, 2011 19:00