March 22nd, 2009


Please read this

Sticking my head up for air, very briefly.

Anyhow, so I'm on a couple of writers' lists. One of them is for those us mad people who write tie-in fiction. And today, one of my colleagues let us know about a column he'd written for Storytellers Unplugged. Now, I don't really know Steve. I mean, we've nattered a bit, but we've never met and chances are we never will. Except after reading this piece that's just been posted, I feel I know him. Or a part of him. The part that reminds me of how we're both imperfect people doing our best to survive life and what it throws at us. What Steve has written here is searing. Brutal. Unbearably naked. It is one of the most shatteringly courageous acts I've ever witnessed. It made me cry.

If you've got a moment, I think it would be great if you read it.

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Catch up!

 So I've spent most of today catching up on a backlog of reader mail. This backlog has been weighing on my mind something awful for a few weeks now, and so I offer this blanket grovel to anyone who was waiting to hear from me. Arrgghhh!

I can't begin to express what it means to me, that readers take the time to drop me an email and say hey, I liked that, or wow, that totally sucked. I mean, it makes me sad that I sucked, but still -- I need to know if and when something I've done doesn't work for a reader and why, so I can find ways of addressing the problem, if it's something I can address.  I can't, always. If somebody hates Hekat and thinks I never should have written her, well --  I can't change that. And I can't promise that I'll never write another confronting, affronting, difficult character because I absolutely will. And I'll be writing more sex and violence too, if it's in keeping with the story being told. I can't promise I'll always deliver exactly what people are looking for, or anticipating.  All I can promise is that I'll always write to the best of my ability. I'll always endeavour to stay true to the story as I see it. And that I will never, ever on purpose write anything to upset people.

But at the end of the day, and though I've said it before I think it bears repeating, while I am free -- obligated -- to write my stories as truthfully as I can, no reader is obligated to like or approve of them. They are free to hate what I've done and lambast me for it. They are also free to love it --

So here's me, smiling like a crazy person at everyone who wrote me the last few weeks to say yes, they loved this story or that one. Thank you all, so very much. You have no idea how much you keep me going.