So this is the guy that beat me to the Twitter handle @Feitelberg years ago. We have absolutely no relation. He’s somehow just a Feitelberg in Boston who gets his rocks off writing adult fantasy novels (not the good kind). And he may be my favorite guy on Twitter. I follow him, and we tweet occasionally. Sometimes he faces me big-time
Ouch, Rich. I’m a “writer” bro. Respect that.
Other times we just chat as two professionals. Trying to get an idea how the other works. Each of us looking for a seat in Bizarro Feitelberg’s head.
And I’ll tell you what, this guy is kind of like my spiritual guide. He’s so wise. Actually, he’s like a walking fortune cookie. Every time his fingers touch the keyboard he dishes out sagely wisdom.
You don’t just come up with tweets like that. That’s deep shit. That’s sage shit. Rich is the kind of guy I want writing the Bible if Jesus ever comes back. He gets it, the human experience, that is. He just knows how to take a thought and express it perfectly. I mean that shit about infants and toddlers endearing us despite our masks? Fucking DEEP, man. Real shit.
So I’m making it my goal to grab a beer with Feitelberg. I gotta know what’s going on in that furry noggin of his. Just two Feitelbergs sitting around, talking about dragons and Guess That Asses. It’s gotta happen.