I do love these guest blogs.
I’m not sure if Mr W picks his guest posts by hand or if he has a Personal Assistant or if it is part of a magical lottery where authors and bloggers are sent an acceptance letter via mysterious night bird (this sounds familiar…) But however they are chosen, they always great.
Alright, I’m off topic slightly.
However we stumble upon them. Whether it be via another author, a friend, a book you find on sale at a second hand store or their name scrawled on a public bathroom wall, new authors are not exactly a rare find. But a good one is.
In the US, there are around 150,000 trad-pub authors and that number grows all the time. Not to mention all the self-pub authors. So it is basically impossible for us to know them all.
And yet, I feel guilty when I find someone and have to admit I had never heard of them or their books before.
This is, of course, insane.
I remember the day I found out about Holly Black. -The owner of a small bookstore was helping me find something new to read and took one look at my gothness and said “what about Holly Black?”
John Green! -I remember sitting at work and my neice popping in to see me. She was looking super Melancholy, so I asked her, “what’s up?” “John Green just ruined my life!” she spluttered. Now I’m #Nerdfighter for life.
Chuck Palahniuk… -I received a broken and beaten copy of Fight Club from a dear friend, it had been passed down to her from a friend and so on. I have no idea who originally bought it. I cannot remember who I passed it to and I have zero fucking clues as to who might have it today. And seeing as though it was a “pre-movie” copy, it might even be worth a tad… but it was pretty “well read” when I had it… so…
The point I am trying to make is that it really doesn’t matter how we find an author or a book. But every time you do, consider it a small miracle. Because, out of all the books and all the authors and all the readers out there, something brought you together.
Like star-crossed lovers.