Well, humbled and impressed by the traction the boys at Twitter have achieved, I finally joined just now, and tried to find all my favorite Red Room authors and members. Please leave a comment here if you're on Twitter so I can follow you, and for god's sake, send people you meet over there over here too, to read the wonderful content on Red Room. I tweeted about someone comparing me to John McCain today, and about--now I know no one on Red Room would ever have this problem--my fear that the reason my editor at DC Comics hasn't gotten back to me immediately about my story pitch is that he thinks it's terrible.
So, this post is the length of a blog. Longer than a tweet. But shorter than an essay. I hope you'll read the essay I just wrote; here's an excerpt:
"Leveen also weighs in on a debate that he framed in a series of columns before writing the book, about people who write in the margins of books (“Footprint Leavers”) versus those who don’t (“Preservationists”). He is firmly in the camp of leaving notes for loved ones to find, along with leaves and ticket stubs, making the book a legacy of the person who read it. Of course, then the library won’t accept it as a donation (a good point on the side of the Preservationists), but your family will treasure it when you’re gone. Or, they will resent you leaving them with all of this crap they have to sort through after you’re dead that the library won’t accept. Depends on the family."
I hope you'll follow the link here and read it...it's called:
And so, to make up for a year of total inaction on my blog, foolishly ignoring Twitter, and having written no essays, voilà!