Once again, sometimes authors talk on Twitter. And when they do, the results are, uhh, well. The results are something else, boy howdy, whistle-dee-doo. Like, how can you forget the endearing tale of Spider Pals, with Maureen Johnson? Or that time when Sam Sykes became a camp counselor and it didn’t go so well? Or how about now, a tale of skulls and bread and sinfulness and old VHS tapes, with Sam Sykes once again?
Apple-Obsessed Author Fella
manifenestration says:
So you’re saying that tweeting A LOT is the secret to success, as an author,
August 22, 2017 — 9:11 AM
terribleminds says:
oh ha ha no probably not that.
August 22, 2017 — 9:20 AM
sewcraftyme says:
I think tweeting A LOT about supermarkets and sex could be the secret to success. Of course a bakery could have been used here considering there were no pumpkins or other produce abused. Therefore place doesn’t seem to be relevant, so it must be the sex. Just as I always suspected.
August 22, 2017 — 9:38 AM
writing, writing, words words words. says:
THAAANK YOU!
August 22, 2017 — 11:53 AM
Penny Ramirez (@drgnl80) says:
Dude. I kind of want to hang with you and Sam Sykes, but… I’m kind of a little scared right now.
August 23, 2017 — 1:32 PM
terribleminds says:
IT’S COOL COME WATCH KRULL
August 23, 2017 — 1:54 PM
L. K. Grant says:
I knew it was fiction when you said the skulls were frowning. Everything else seemed like real life, tho.
August 24, 2017 — 8:40 AM