It’s interesting when you’re doing signing sessions with other writers and you look at the queues at each table and you can see definite human types gathering there…. My queue is always full of, you know, wild-eyed sleazebags and people who stare at me very intensely, as if I have some particular message for them. As if I must know that they’ve been reading me, that this dyad or symbiosis of reader and writer has been so intense that I must somehow know about it.
