So, something incredibly cool happened to me this week. And its just Monday!
It started a few weeks ago when Becket, who is the endlessly interesting and endearing assistant of Anne Rice, posted on his page that he was interested in knowing what other indie authors were working on. He is getting ready to publish his own stories, and has been very supportive of the indie community as a whole. I responded with some info about my novels, and a link to my Amazon Author Central profile. He replied that he had read the sample offered by Amazon (you can’t adequately imagine my surprise at that), so I offered to send him a copy, and he accepted. He was incredibly kind and gracious about the whole thing, and of course I was completely useless to the world for the rest of the day.
This morning, he posted on his page his final thoughts, and review of the book. I supposed I should say that, as kind as nice as he is, I never expected him to finish it. Or love it. Who am I, really, but just some random indie author in a sea of them?
Is this that small self-conscious jerk that still lives in my thoughts, coming out to play, telling me I am not good enough? Probably. Because Becket did enjoy it. Enough to tell his page about it. Enough that he compared me to a young Anne Rice, and that my characterizations where Dickensian. Enough that I have been just floating on cloud 9 all day, and not even the fact that I chose the wrong day to wear heels can bring me down from it.
You see, Anne Rice is my favorite author of all time. My favorite wordsmith, world-builder, and the queen of the visceral reading experience. Becket is not just her assistant, but is also her biggest fan. Like me, he credits Rice for gifting him with a lifelong love, and discovery, of New Orleans. Like me, he walked down the streets of the Garden District, dreaming of her characters and novels. So if this is the experience he took from my book, then I can think of no greater compliment, and no more meaningful endorsement. Humbled is the word I will use, for lack of a bigger, crazier, more descriptive alternative. This is the best writing gift anyone has ever given me.
Here’s the direct link to the post as well: Becket’s Review of St. Charles at Dusk
By the way- review excitement aside-if you are not following Becket, you should be. He is charming, real, insightful, and has put his heart on the line to share his experience as a monk in New Orleans. He is also a Whovian, and and all-around geek lover. Oh, and he gets to hang out with Anne Rice.
He’s pretty okay in my book.