Then I started seriously writing. I realized how much hard work went into finishing a book. I understood the dark voices that attacked at the three o’clocks in the morning. I knew how much a heartfelt positive critique meant to me, and how the thoughtless, negative ones stung.
After the first large critique group meeting I attended, I decided I was going to become one of those people who wrote fan mail. There are so many negative factors working against authors--those of us who can see that should work to balance it out a little.
I can’t always remember or make the time to write letters as thoughtful as I would like, but I try to push aside the feeling of “Gosh, they’re going to think I’m ditzy,” and write something, even if it’s short, to thank the writers who have created great art with their words.
I’ve decided to begin Lucy early in order to prevent that ridiculous feeling, so when she finished reading “Sticky Burr,” by John Lechner with me on Saturday and proclaimed, “I loved that so much,” we sat down with paper and pencils and Lucy wrote her very first fan letter:
(Hmmm...technical difficulties with the picture.
Just imagine that this paragraph is a photo of her letter.
“Dear Mr. Lechner,
I love Sticky Burr.
And it contained a smiley illustration of said burr,
much cuter than I can describe here.)