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There's a certain writer who's memoirs I used to devour. Each and every book made me feel like I was having a conversation with a really good girlfriend...with toe-nail painting and glasses of wine and the gab-fest spanning into the wee hours of the morning. And when I found this writer on twitter, I went all fan-girl and followed. Fast. But I didn't send a tweet right away. I didn't want to seem desperate, you now.

Instead, I waited for one of her tweets to come across that seemed a natural for a response from a fan. I wasn't too surprised when I didn't get an immediate tweet back. I have 2 thousand followers. She has, um, way more than that. But I still had hope since I saw plenty of interaction with other fans. Maybe I just hadn't said anything interesting yet.

So I tried again.

And again.

And again.

Still.

Nothing.

Coincidentally, I had just purchased one of this writer's books. I had made it to the second chapter in the book right around the time I started talking to myself on twitter, and found myself wanting to pick up the book less and less with each ignored tweet.

Granted, the account may be manned by an assistant. Or maybe my stuff just isn't being seen for some reason. God knows how many tweets this writer has coming in any given moment from adoring fans. But no matter how I rationalized not being acknowledged, I was still finding myself less and less interested in reading that book.

It took a conversation with TBFF Juliette for me to figure out why. I was rambling, like I usually do, about Stuff that Doesn't Matter, including this very topic, when I suddenly had an epiphany. (That automatically made this a blog post because I don't have those very often.)

"I know I'm not famous or anything, but I see her interact with other regular people." I said. "But she writes memoir! That alone is like being allowed to peek inside her head. And not even getting a single "hi" or even a "thanks for the tweet!" makes me feel like she doesn't want me there."

"Makes sense," Juliette said.

"It does?" I was stunned I said something that qualified. "Wait! It does! If she was writing fiction, I wouldn't be nearly as annoyed. Fiction writers create worlds, but they don't take you inside their own. And to me, it only makes sense to try and interact fully, if interacting at all, to make sure fans feel like that world is accessible. Instead of welcome, I feel like I'm eavesdropping on a private conversation with the rest of the world every time I try to open that book back up."