It’s the Little Things

Still playing mad catch-up. Still sound like a chain-smoking toad. But I got fan mail yesterday, so it’s all good.

Y’know, writers are pretty simple folk. A few appreciate comments, indication that our work is actually being read by someone, and we’re happy. Well, I’m happy.

A bestseller and a movie deal would be way nice, don’t get me wrong, but encouraging words of appreciation are really soul-nourishing.

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2 Responses to It’s the Little Things

  1. auralfiend says:

    Posted this on my blog:

    “get thee to and listen to [info]eugie Foster’s “Sinner, Baker, Fablist, Priest; Red Mask, Black Mask, Gentleman, Beast”. You will be quite thoroughly stunned in your brainhole. I certainly was after listening to it. With the amount of genre crossing literary talent radiating off of this woman, I propose that we form a cortege to follow her around sprinkling $100 bills at her feet. Who’s with me! You get to bring the $100 dollar bills…”

    just spreading the word, as Rick Emerson would say.

    • Eugie Foster says:

      Re: Posted this on my blog:

      You are my new favoritest person evah.

      Now if you can arrange for that $100-dollar-bill-sprinkling-at-my-feet, I guarantee you a permanent spot in Eugie’s Hall of Awesome and also a passel of shiny, gold stars.

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