I returned home this afternoon, with another headache, and sat down at my computer hoping to have a few story alerts and some interesting comments. Maybe even a review or two. What I found waiting for me was this. I blinked a few times, pinched myself a few more times, and then sat in silence for a few minutes, before beginning to type furiously whilst laughing in a slightly hysterical manner (or so my brother tells me). I'll let it speak for itself:
Hello Rowena,
Please don't post my e-mail address. I am just writing to let you know
that I did stop in to the livejournal Sounis.
I've read everything with great delight. I don't know why you want to
ask *me* any questions, you all
seem to answer each others' so well, but in a short time, you should be
able to write to me at something like
megan.whalen.turner@harpercollins.com. I'll post the address on my
website when it comes through.
The e-mail won't come directly to me. It will be forwarded in batches
from time to time. I'll try to answer.
I won't post anything on the web. Because if I ever do, that airy
whistling noise you hear from
Ohio will be the gassification of my future career. It's bad enough
that I spend too much time reading
things on the web. If I started writing things there, I would never
write anything anywhere else again.
The stimulation of the web would be so much more fun than staring at an
empty screen. If you think
that you can entice me in by posting leading questions, you probably
could . . . but then, no more books.
Please say hello to fabricalchemist. I remember her letters well. You
will have to continue to ruminate
on Gen's underwear. I've only gotten as far as describing his
nightshirt.
best,
Megan
I thought you guys would enjoy reading this, and that
fabricalchemist would like to get the hello directly. :D
Hello Rowena,
Please don't post my e-mail address. I am just writing to let you know
that I did stop in to the livejournal Sounis.
I've read everything with great delight. I don't know why you want to
ask *me* any questions, you all
seem to answer each others' so well, but in a short time, you should be
able to write to me at something like
megan.whalen.turner@harpercollins.com. I'll post the address on my
website when it comes through.
The e-mail won't come directly to me. It will be forwarded in batches
from time to time. I'll try to answer.
I won't post anything on the web. Because if I ever do, that airy
whistling noise you hear from
Ohio will be the gassification of my future career. It's bad enough
that I spend too much time reading
things on the web. If I started writing things there, I would never
write anything anywhere else again.
The stimulation of the web would be so much more fun than staring at an
empty screen. If you think
that you can entice me in by posting leading questions, you probably
could . . . but then, no more books.
Please say hello to fabricalchemist. I remember her letters well. You
will have to continue to ruminate
on Gen's underwear. I've only gotten as far as describing his
nightshirt.
best,
Megan
I thought you guys would enjoy reading this, and that
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