Remember how I wrote about the Prince of Thorns yesterday? Well, after the first day I was addicted enough to stalk in author on the internet. It wasn't really stalking- he left like all of his contact details in the cover of his book. Well, minus his phone number and residential address- though he did mention that he lived in Bristol. Ah I'm bad for knowing this. Nobody should actually remember lives of authors that are tacked onto the back cover of your books, right?
Anyway, I took a tour through all of Mark Lawrence's (that's the author's name, yes) stuff. He writes poetry! Not that it's poet laureate standard, but good poetry is good poetry wherever you go, right? My particular favorite was his poem titled Blue. Now for fear of treading on some copyright infringement law I've never bothered to learn or study, I'm just going to link you to his site, instead of pasting his work: http://princeofthorns.com/Blue.html
I've almost forgotten what this post is about, going on and on about other stuff. I wrote Mark Lawrence fan mail. You know, fan mail... as in, mail written by fans. Only because I saw on his blog that he gets fan mail once every three days--- and I thought his inbox would be flooded with incoming fan mail. I guess I felt good, writing to the author about his vastly under-appreciated work, praising it with all of my literary-bullshit-prowess had to offer. I think a part of me must miss writing essays, miss the challenge of having to structure my words and phrase my sentences. I might even go so far as to say that I miss proofreading my work for embarrassing mistakes and errors.
Anyway, in case you haven't figured from the title of this post and the windy lead-up--- the author replied to my fan-mail. This is the most exciting thing that's happened to me in the past week. Yeah yeah, it's not exactly a reply from God Almighty Himself, but it's from an author whose works I appreciate--- appreciated enough to write a fan mail to. He even responded decently...which meant that it wasn't a generic response, he actually bothered to read what I wrote.
I guess I'm just feeling deeply gratified right now.
It's good to appreciate such simple happiness, after being trapped in self-imposed doom and gloom for so long.
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