23 Oct

And now, the outcome to Thursday’s twitching:

*Cue the maniacal/fangirly giggling and grinning*

He emailed me back!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!!!

Here’s what it said:

Hey Evelyn, thanks for the note. I’ll mark you as a potential beta reader.

Did you say that you’re in sixth grade and a writer? That’s the age that I first dreamed of becoming an author. Please don’t wait as long as I did to follow your dreams!
 Ohmaigosh Ohmaigosh Ohmaigosh Ohmaigosh OHMAIGOSH!!!!!!
I did sign it with my name, but since I used Evelyn’s email address, it automatically used her name and he got us mixed up, but still it’s pretty darn awesomesaucely freakingly amazingly AMAZING!!!!


I got another reply shortly after, saying:

That’s amazing to hear, Eleanor! I remember how my favorite authors inspired me when I was your age. It’s strange to find myself returning the favor somehow. Very surreal. Before you know it, you’ll be responding to fan email of your own! 🙂

Again,  Ohmaigosh Ohmaigosh Ohmaigosh Ohmaigosh OHMAIGOSH!!!!!!

As if things couldn’t have gotten any better, what with getting his newest Kindle Single-short story thing Walk Up Nameless Ridge, which is absolutely amazing, as always is with his stuff, and it had a very Connie-Willis-ish ring to it, as you never find out more about the main character than the fact that he’s married and has kids; by the end of the book he has no hands or feet(Hypothermia?); and he lied to his family, and wished that he had died  on the summit of Mt. Mallory. He and his family don’t have names, no kind of identification throughout the story except for “My wife”, “My kids” and the usual personal pronouns I, me, myself and other such things. All in all a very good story; a little depressing, but that’s good. It’s depressing because you’re sympathizing with the protagonist for his guilt and death wishings.

Contrary to my usual dislike of depressing books, I can pretty much always eagerly attack Howey’s books, because of the eloquence that the depression-influencing passages are written with.I like to read the last few chapters of Molly Fyde and the Fight for Peace over and over again, just so(Warning! Spoiler alert!!) Cat tears apart the moonlet, Walter airlocks himself, the Wadi dives into Byrne’s head, and Mortimor and Molly have their last conversation one last time, Anlyn and Edison get married, and Cole proposes, and all other awesome emotional stuff. *Sigh*


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