I got into a conversation about parenting newborns on twitter the other day and had two interesting realizations. One I wrote about at my other blog, but the other has to do with my use of twitter.
Today was not the first time I’ve been in a twitter conversation and realized, “huh… a lot of people in this conversation are authors.” I used to be very uncomfortable when I realized that. When I was really working consistently and seriously as a reviewer, I worried about being too chummy with authors. And I’ve wondered why I was so reluctant to give up those relationships.
And now I know why… it’s because they’re part of my tribe. The authors I follow on twitter often care about the same things I care about. And a great many of them are women, and so we share a lot of experiences, especially motherhood. I follow a number of authors whose books I haven’t read, mainly because they also have an autistic child. But our biggest shared interest — books and reading — isn’t generally a divisive one. (Unlike many aspects of motherhood, parenting an autistic child, and so on.)
I don’t have enough people in my life who care about the same things as me and enjoy the same books and the same kinds of jokes to be able to give any up when I find them.