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The flood of support I have received in the last day has been overwhelming.

More than four hundred comments on the DWD posting, and more every time I glance at it. I can hardly keep up with the unscreening. (My assistant, Ty, who normally handles that for me, has been out the last two days, sick with the same wretched flu that laid Parris low for a week and a half). Almost as many emails pouring in. By rough count, at least 99% of the messages are generous, understanding, supportive, and heartening.

There's no way I can possibly answer all of them. It's all I can do to read them.

But I do appreciate them, and I want every one to know that.

And, no, please, have no fear, there was never any danger that I would be so discouraged by the comments of trolls, critics, and detractors that I would stop work on the book. I am still pounding my head against that bloody keyboard daily. Today it was in service of... ah, no, you're not supposed to know about that POV character yet. (Though I have hinted).

I also spent part of the day on email correspondence with a WARRIORS author about his story, talked to my editor and an artist about the ICE & FIRE concordance, traded some messages regarding developments on the HBO pilot, accepted an offer for that old issue of AMAZING I was looking for, paid my phone bill, and watched an episode of ER and one of MONK that I had TIVO'd earlier. That's a pretty typical day, actually. I work on DANCE, but not to the exclusion of all else.

But I digress.

The main point of this is just to say thanks.

Yes, there are some dolts and loonies out there. But by and large, I have the best fans in the world.

(And who knew so many of them were Rick Nelson fans?)


Mar. 10th, 2009 04:38 am (UTC)
Cersei and the Wish That Soured
I am sorry, but sometimes your predicament makes me smile a little, as it seems that you are occasionally living the life of at least one of your characters. I always imagine Cersei sitting in the dark, a glass of some sort of fortified wine from the Arbor in hand, and saying "bloody fracking hell....what the frack went wrong?" Here you are, famous, relatively wealthy, soon to be an author with his own TV show, and you are drowning in support. Some people happy, some people sad, some people "frothy dickholes" (plagiarism....I know). All you want to do is write the next book. but all around there are things begging to be done. Models, calendars, and most especially other books. I am sure Cersei had a plan for what her queenship would be like, and every day she gets run down trying to tie down a million loose ends, and never makes any progress that she intended in the morning.
So even though I just added to the flood of comments, perhaps you should take heart in the fact that even with the frothy dickholes in your inbox, your life could be a hell of a lot worse. Sure Dance with Dragons isn't coming out as fast as you want, but you haven't been shlepping any relatives, you haven't killed any family members, you don't (I hope) have what I assume to be some sort of souped up Frankenstein zombie in your basement, being brought back to life by a corrupt priest, and you aren't about to get fracked by a bunch of Viking wannabees with some sort of demon magic horn.
So cheer up, enjoy a coup of coffee, and take in the view from your house. But watch out for your midget brother, methinks he plans you ill...


George R.R. Martin
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