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My tweet, the return tweet and what that has to do with writing

What I wrote on Twitter, thinking I could glean a few eyeballs for my blog:
I can't believe I've read 19 books about a game warden in Wyoming


What C. J. Box's social media administrator tweeted back, (I could pretend, it was an actual response by the award winning author, and truly he should meet me and receive his own spot on the list of "Celebrities Who've Met Me," but unless I'm writing fiction, I like to try and stay in reality).
I can't believe I wrote that many

And I think that's the key, start writing and never stop.

Even if it's just a thank you. So, here goes . . .

Thank you C. J. Box :-)

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