I’m not sure if I ever replied to this?! I meant to. I think i tried to. My apologies if not. (Not sure how tumblr is sometimes so befuddling to me—makes me feel very old and non-tech-savvy.) I think I’m missing part of your message, too. Is that my fault? Did I somehow delete it? Mergh!
At any rate: thanks for the lovely note and you’re no “bother” at all00I love hearing from readers. I’m assuming what you were asking (in the missing portion of the above message) is something about where Cam might be “now?” Was that it? Is she happy and healthy and well? Let me just answer all with a yes. Yes, Cam’s well. (And maybe someday—maybe—I’ll publish some of her continuing adventures post-Quake Lake. We’ll see, we’ll see…)
Thanks for writing!
We all, sometimes, leave each other out there under the skies, and we never understand why.
A very particular kind of pleasure, born under the domain of tone. The tone tells me in some deep unconscious way how to build the cadence of the sentence and the kinds of words to use. Also, the writing has got to have this kind of energy where I think I’m onto something and I’ve figured out a track in the language to keep me onto that thing. Is there a divide between the author’s and the reader’s pleasure? I’m keen on a type of writing where I can feel the pleasure of the author. It’s about the authors’ lightly handled awareness that they are, at least for a moment, doing something. Breaking through, somehow.