Still playing mad catch-up. Still sound like a chain-smoking toad. But I got fan mail yesterday, so it's all good.
Y'know, writers are pretty simple folk. A few appreciate comments, indication that our work is actually being read by someone, and we're happy. Well, I'm happy.
A bestseller and a movie deal would be way nice, don't get me wrong, but encouraging words of appreciation are really soul-nourishing.
"get thee to http://www.escapepod.org and listen to [info]eugie Foster's "Sinner, Baker, Fablist, Priest; Red Mask, Black Mask, Gentleman, Beast". You will be quite thoroughly stunned in your brainhole. I certainly was after listening to it. With the amount of genre crossing literary talent radiating off of this woman, I propose that we form a cortege to follow her around sprinkling $100 bills at her feet. Who's with me! You get to bring the $100 dollar bills..."
just spreading the word, as Rick Emerson would say.