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gategrrlA week or so ago, I was at a used bookstore, and bought a copy of Octavia Butler's "Mind of My Mind". I read most of it this morning, skipping to the ending (my god, why did she kill THOSE characters off? I wanted Emma to LIVE!), and then the writer's biography.
I started crying when I read what Ms Butler wrote about herself. "I am a 46 year old writer who can remember being a 10 year old writer and who expects someday to be an 80 year old writer." I feel like bawling right now, too.
It was just like the time I was reading "Miles From Nowhere" written by a woman who bicycled around the world for two years with her husband. I was working and would takes breaks at the Lexington Public library (wasn't a resident, so I couldn't get a card to take the book out) and so, would read the book a couple chapters at a time. This was the rare case I didn't read ahead or read the author's bio.
I was shocked when I read that the author was killed a year after she returned from her trip by a drunk driver. She was training for a triathalon. She never saw the publication of her book, but had seen it through some of the publishing process. Man, I *really* cried that day at the library and then when I went back to work.
I hate when writers die. Especially beloved, talented writers who had so much more to contribute.
I started crying when I read what Ms Butler wrote about herself. "I am a 46 year old writer who can remember being a 10 year old writer and who expects someday to be an 80 year old writer." I feel like bawling right now, too.
It was just like the time I was reading "Miles From Nowhere" written by a woman who bicycled around the world for two years with her husband. I was working and would takes breaks at the Lexington Public library (wasn't a resident, so I couldn't get a card to take the book out) and so, would read the book a couple chapters at a time. This was the rare case I didn't read ahead or read the author's bio.
I was shocked when I read that the author was killed a year after she returned from her trip by a drunk driver. She was training for a triathalon. She never saw the publication of her book, but had seen it through some of the publishing process. Man, I *really* cried that day at the library and then when I went back to work.
I hate when writers die. Especially beloved, talented writers who had so much more to contribute.
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Date: 2006-04-02 10:42 pm (UTC)