For Halloween you should go out as the person you pretend to be on Facebook.
But alas, so bends the path of the aspiring writer. First drafts contain the kernel, the seed. Subsequent revisions grow that tiny cerebral concoction into either a towering oak, flowering bush, or a bent twig.
Growing old is mandatory, growing up is optional.
I recently surpassed 1000 followers on Twitter. For those of you in the multiple thousands, I hear your snickering, but for me, this was a significant achievement, at least I thought so initially.