What actually happened was that, in one of the frequent bouts of procrastination every writer is well acquainted with, I checked my FB profile and realized that it was almost empty.
After I killed my first FB account in a panic a few years ago (I had received a fake FB phishing email that just freaked me out), when I opened my second account, I vowed to be much more careful - so I omitted my birthday, state of residence, relationship status, and just about everything that makes anyone a person.
Well, all that goes out the window once a writer tries to establish a "platform," so the other day I decided to fill in some of the blanks. When I entered "Married" under Relationship Status, the FB elves that live in my computer seemed to take that as a sign that I JUST tied the knot... and started sending notifications ("Shannara Johnson got married today") to all of my FB friends.
My writer friend S. recommended I should hurry and register with Pottery Barn (you never know what may happen, right?), but that's just silly. If you want to send me a little something, get me a Barnes & Noble gift card. A minimum donation of $25 is encouraged. Thanks in advance!
[NOTE: The headline of this post translates as "All in white, with a bouquet of flowers," and is part of the lyrics of a German song that I unfortunately will never be able to un-hear.]