Your pictures of snow-covered Rhode Island make me homesick for a place that I have never been. It's a strange feeling.
I think one of the reasons I read every word you write is that because you write for yourself, there is a certain thrill for me when I read a book or a story that resonates deeply with me. It is beyond a fan-girl's happiness; it is a sense that there is an invisible thread between your brain and mine, a thread that likely means little if anything to you but means the world to a reader. To be on a similar, sincere wavelength with a writer whom you admire is no small thing.
Pandering pays the bills but I don't like being anyone's whore, either. Pandering is too often insincere. I don't think you could do it even if you wanted. But it's interesting to think about, how much money one would have or how renown one could be if only one did what other people want.
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I think one of the reasons I read every word you write is that because you write for yourself, there is a certain thrill for me when I read a book or a story that resonates deeply with me. It is beyond a fan-girl's happiness; it is a sense that there is an invisible thread between your brain and mine, a thread that likely means little if anything to you but means the world to a reader. To be on a similar, sincere wavelength with a writer whom you admire is no small thing.
Pandering pays the bills but I don't like being anyone's whore, either. Pandering is too often insincere. I don't think you could do it even if you wanted. But it's interesting to think about, how much money one would have or how renown one could be if only one did what other people want.