… but sometimes they are the best solution. Like when I can’t wait for a paper copy to get here. Even if it means reading on the laptop because I still don’t want to own an ereader.
But I really can’t wait longer to read The Heart of What Was Lost.
(Lalala, I’m not crying about seeing my name in the acknowledgements, no, not at all…)
In a few hours, it will be January 3rd – publication day for The Heart of What Was Lost. Even though I still don’t like ebooks very much, I’ve preordered it this time, because nobody seems to be able to get a physical copy to me before next week, and I’m not waiting that long. I can’t wait to see what has changed since the last time I read the story, and I can’t wait to be able to talk about it!
The first part of an interview with Tad that my friends have filmed.
In this part, they are talking about changes in the fantasy genre since the publication of Memory, Sorrow and Thorn in the late 80s/early 90s, the influence of The Lord of the Rings, the initial idea for The Last King of Osten Ard, and the places just glimpsed at the edges of the story.
And lastly, did you know Tad is also in a band? It’s called Savage Roger, and they have a new cd out.
Happy new year, dear readers!
I bought this in a flower shop in Salzburg in October 2015, because I’d never seen it before, not even in a book. They said they’d propagated it themselves, but I didn’t think to ask where they’d gotten the original plant from.
And then it took me almost a year to find out what it’s called, because it’s not a Tradescantia, as I’d initially assumed – it’s called Tinantia pringlei.
It’s a pretty easy-to-grow plant, but also very prone to mealybugs in my experience.
(And merry Christmas to those of you who celebrate it.)
She’s making fairy circles in the snow.
I’ve noticed before that I mostly tend to take pictures of my Christmas cactus (Schlumbergera x buckleyi) when there is snow, or that it seems to start blooming when there is snow. Particularly, I think, the first snow of the winter.
So why did it even suprise me when I came home this morning, walking through the half-melted first snow, and looked into my bedroom to see this?
It sometimes feels like a slightly useless plant to have around, since it only blooms for a short time, and I hardly see it because it hangs in the bedroom, and I can’t turn on the light in the bedroom for months at a time to get it to bloom in the first place… but it still makes me happy whenever I do see it blooming.
Imagine reading your favourite book for the first time, imagine thinking about the author who is nothing more than a name and a photo and the things he writes in dedications and author’s notes and acknowledgements.
Imagine reading those acknowledgements, and wondering who the people thanked there might be. Are they friends? Family members?
Imagine reading more books by the same author, and some of those names growing familiar – that’s his wife, his agent, his editors, the cover artist…
Imagine getting to know your favourite author, online at first and then in person.
(Imagine him telling you a secret and giving you a hug, and staring at yourself in the mirror and wondering if it was really you this happened to.)
Imagine being at your first convention, and running into your favourite author, talking to someone he introduces as his agent, and thinking, “yes, I’ve read your name so many times.”
(Imagine introducing yourself and your friends as, “we’re kind of his fan club,” and being told, “no, you’re not, you’re friends.”)
Imagine being at your second con, and getting the tattered cover of a favourite book signed by the cover artist, whose name you have read many times in those list of helpful people.
(Imagine learning another secret, and calling your favourite author on the phone, because you’re allowed to tell him.)
Imagine walking around that con and being introduced to your favourite author’s editor, who has been thanked in every book.
(Imagine that she’s a dignified-looking older lady, and it’s her job to buy and edit and publish books, but she’s still just as much of a fangirl as you are.)
Imagine going to see your favourite author speak again, and meeting his wife, who he has thanked in his books so many times.
(Imagine going to a party at their house.)
Imagine reading a new book and seeing a name in the acknowledgments that you know, that you’ve written on Christmas cards to a fellow fan before.
Imagine belonging to a group thanked in the next book, and smiling to yourself, because even if nobody knows, you are one of those nameless people.
Imagine reading the next book, and seeing the name of a friend there, someone you’ve met, at whose house you’ve stayed, and being so happy for her.
Imagine helping to correct typos in your favourite books, those first ones you fell in love with, before they are reprinted.
(Imagine the absurdity of remembering learning English with those books, and now this.)
Imagine getting free copies of the reprint and finding your name in the list of helpers at the end of the book.
(Imagine the goosebumps and the happy tears.)
Imagine reading a manuscript, and fighting your way through depression and anxiety to offer some comments, which months later you don’t even remember.
Imagine clicking on a link to find out what your friends are talking about, and finding a preview of the soon-to-be-published book. Imagine seeing your friends being thanked for their help and being happy for them.
Imagine turning the page, and seeing your own name, in a sentence all by itself.
(Imagine how you scream.)
Imagine people reading that book, and reading your name, and wondering who you might be.
(Imagine there are people who think being a fan isn’t a worthwhile thing to do.)
Since I’m planning to make/send my cards in the next couple of days, and I’m always happy to send more – would any of you like to get a card from me?
If you do, leave me a comment, and I’ll send you an email to ask for your address.
In the meantime, here’s a Christmas rose for you.