I am a great and loyal fan of many writers: Neil Gaiman, Terry Pratchett, Tamora Pierce, Jacqueline Carey, Kate Elliot, Libba Bray, Sarah Dessen… the list goes on and on. These are authors who are living and writing and creating today. These are authors whose books I can look forward to, whose careers I can actively follow (what with the wonders of the online community these days). I treat these people with as much reverence as I treat my favorite bands – more so, perhaps, because their fame is often less materially rewarding and their renown is limited to the community who enjoy their particular genre; meaning my respect for them and awe of them grows because of the difficulties they face in pursuing their chosen careers.
I’ve met Neil Gaiman. He was a darling, and managed not to seem the least bit bored during the two signings of his in which I participated. He is an incredible public speaker. He is extremely popular, though, and I have never felt the urge to write to him. So, also, with many other of the authors I love.
I wrote to Jacqueline Carey though. I wrote of my passion for her books and my admiration for both her literary style and her imagination, for her beautifully-wrought characters and her intricate plots. She wrote back. She really did. It was a while after I had written, but she did write back.
Which is why, I suppose, I’ve been struggling for days with trying to find the perfect wording for a second letter – this time to Tamora Pierce. I grew up on her books – I own every single one of them, and there are many, believe me. The smell of the pages of those well-thumbed novels of hers bring back memories from countless instances, and I’ve read and reread her books endlessly. I hope that once I find the words to write to her properly, she’ll respond. I shouldn’t expect it, but I can’t help but hope.
It’s overwhelming, sometimes, to love and admire people with such creative minds and incredible determination. But it’s often inspiring too.
2 thoughts on “Letter to the Author”
Once I met Pacey from Dawson’s Creek, but somehow, I suppose that doesn’t fit in with what you are talking about 🙂
Roald Dahl was my favourite author as a child. I still have Matilda on my book shelf… the idea that you, that a young girl, can have so much power, that you could have the ability to move things with your mind… I just loved it. The magic of it.
I guess that’s why I still love reading… you get to explore new places regularly… ah… to be able to read and read and read… it was the best thing I learnt in school. And for that I am forever grateful.