As a member of your audience for the past decade, I wish to thank you for never pandering to me. I don't want people in my head, picking through my likes and dislikes and constructing worlds from what scraps I already know. The drugs I come to you for are far more exotic and I look forward to the challenges they present me. I honestly believe your work will stand the test of time in libraries, personal collections, and literature classes, while the formula fiction writers can only jockey to hold a place on that market display for as long as they can remain king of the hill. As another great writer once penned, "To thine own self be true." I guess what he forgot was the bit of quotable advice on how to stick with it when you're feeling the sting of watching all the cheap sellouts reap the rewards in the moment. I haven't figured that part out yet.
I once had a friend present me with a Harlequin Romance as part of a gift. I was -sure- he was just poking fun at me, so it never occurred to me that he'd be hurt when I laughed and carried it by two fingers to the trash can, but that did hurt his feelings and I had to apologize. Your mention of the paperback rack at the market brought this memory up for some reason, and it only just now occurred to me that he -might- have intended that gift suggestively as a sort of foreplay. That was a very strange relationship and I never for even one second knew what we were to each other in all our years together. Oh well. If he had been paying sufficient attention, he would've known that my affections and my libido require far more intellectual stimuli.
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Date: 2011-01-11 06:54 pm (UTC)I once had a friend present me with a Harlequin Romance as part of a gift. I was -sure- he was just poking fun at me, so it never occurred to me that he'd be hurt when I laughed and carried it by two fingers to the trash can, but that did hurt his feelings and I had to apologize. Your mention of the paperback rack at the market brought this memory up for some reason, and it only just now occurred to me that he -might- have intended that gift suggestively as a sort of foreplay. That was a very strange relationship and I never for even one second knew what we were to each other in all our years together. Oh well. If he had been paying sufficient attention, he would've known that my affections and my libido require far more intellectual stimuli.