One More Thought Before My Brain Once More Collapses Like a Flan in a Cupboard
You know what’s nice to get? An e-mail from someone you truly like and respect, but who hasn’t read your books before, complimenting you on your writing. Not that I don’t like getting compliments on the writing from other people: Really, please feel free to pile on, because I might as well have a neon sign flashing “please feed the author ego.” But when one receives sincere comment from from someone who knows you and who you care about, it’s a good thing.
I’ll tell you a funny story, which was Krissy’s reaction right after she read Agent to the Stars. As most of you know, Agent was the first book I ever wrote, and when I handed it over to Krissy to read, she was rightfully filled with dread. Because what if she didn’t like it? After all, she was married to me. And she certainly wasn’t going to lie to me about whether she liked it. So she was in no small way actively dreading reading this mass of papers her husband was eagerly shoving toward her. So when she read it and liked it, her first emotion was relief. Because there was one really awkward marital bullet, well and truly dodged.
Of course, this only means that when I do write a book Krissy doesn’t like, I’m in deep trouble. Because now she knows I can write well enough to make her happy. And she won’t actually tolerate me not doing so. So basically you’re never going to see any sort of novel from me that my wife is not 100% happy with. That’s quality control, my friends.
All right, I’m done thinking for today.