S. and I went to a thing at the library with Madison Smartt Bell and James Squire. S. has a good write-up on it. I was glad they talked almost exclusively about craft, only answering one marketing question when it was apparent that the audience had not been told about the no marketing questions rule.
And I appreciated Bell’s willingness to talk a little about the woo of writing and about how he’s used hypnosis and other mind-altering techniques. It was good to be reminded that it’s a strange and difficult thing for everyone.
But then, yeah, what S. said. I both really enjoyed it and felt this kind of uncomfortableness. I mean, no matter what, aspiring writers go to hear aspired writers for that old Tarot-y reason–we want to believe that where you are, we, too, can be.
But I am never going to be old family friends with Andrew Lytle. For lots of reasons. Starting with that he’s dead.
So, it was really interesting, but I couldn’t quite make the leap. I couldn’t quite believe that, if those guys were sitting there, I could, too.