Two huge, huge events this week.
The first involved the arrival my first payment for Dangerous Jade – roughly fifty copies have been sold so far, which, you know, for a debut from a guy most people haven’t heard of, that’s pretty damn good. So, does that make me a ‘real author’?
How about being called up and asked to sign someone’s books while they were, so briefly, travelling over here? Does that? Because that happened this week, too, when I went off to meet Mangi, Sparf’s SO, while he was in London on business. Yep, that’s right – I rate being requested to meet international travellers so I can sign their copy of Dangerous Jade. (Along with a copy of the Fortune Teller’s Poem anthology.) (Also, a very pleasant experience first experience going out to sign books for people. Mangi, and Sparf by extension, are rad people. :3)
Does that make me a ‘real author’?
Well. It certainly helps me feel like one, but the primary ingredient here is actually writing, too. And while my progress is slow, it’s steady. Very important.
(Other things that help me feel like a ‘real author’ – personalized rejection slips, friends, Kyell, inspiration hitting me when I’m incapable of sitting down to write, people staring at me while I scrawl things, bad handwriting, and my wrists making clicky noises.)
