Authors are, for the most part, not particularly powerful people. There are a few juggernauts who can effect change (Anna Sewell with Black Beauty and introducing better conditions for work horses is a good example), but for the most part we are quiet, hard-working people who put out books in the hope we will find a reader or two. When I get one letter saying, “This book helped me to understand myself” or “This book made me understand a new situation,” I am proud. Writing books is my form of social justice work, and I hope it is changing one mind at a time. Look at all of you here who wouldn’t have given F/F a try before finding me. 🙂
But one thing authors can do that other people can’t–kill you in a novel.
Or, worse, write you into a novel and make everyone hate you.
I’ve been planning a book that I hope will be released at the end of the year as part of a special project. I had the premise, characters, and happy ending, but I needed a conflict.
Well, thank you real life. Some not-fun events have now provided fodder for the conflict in the book.
See? Be nice to me, or I’ll write you into my next novel.
Thus concludes today’s words from Ana.