Given the tone and content of my last couple of posts – I figured I’d step back, rest the snark and just reflect.
It’s easy to lose sight of why I do this, authordom, I mean, what with the uni deadlines, the work deadlines, the publicity organisation, the interviews, and the piss-weak transcontinental blogger feuds. But every so often, I have a moment that grabs me by the hair and thrusts me back into the body of the Year One student who stood in front of his K-2 Assembly and read from his exercise book, the boy who looked up to see the 60-odd faces watching, the boy who knew then and there that this was what he wanted to do for the rest of his life: tell stories.
This afternoon, I had a moment. I Skyped with students at a Japanese international school. Just how surreal a thing it was to do only dawned on me after I closed the chat window. Books disappear. With initial sales like those it had, Loathing Lola probably should’ve disappeared. Heck, I’m thankful for every new Australian reader, but to spend 30 minutes of my day talking to kids I’ll probably never meet, in a place I’ve never been, in a country other than my own? Surreal!
I am truly thankful for my authordom path. Yes, Rowling-level success would have been nice, but I can’t say I’m not fortunate. 10 strangers Skyping with me about my writing mightn’t buy me a castle, secure me webhits, a new book deal, or a movie adaptation, but you know what?
It’s the reason why I’ll be writing all night.