Okay, I did it. I Tweeted (I think that’s it) at an author who really had a big impact on me as a writer. Now he’ll probably think I’m some crazed fan. But it made me feel better to acknowledge him. The last trilogy he wrote gave me back the feeling of wonder and fun—like when I read Tolkien for the first time. The fact that he was an English teacher once upon a time (I’m a part time college professor), also made me feel a bit of kinship. His writing lit a fire under me, and makes me want to get my own story out on the page.
This may be the stupidest or gutsiest thing I’ve ever done. I guess it’s a good thing I can’t Tweet at Tolkien? Or Zelazny?