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November 30, 2004

On being blasted by random web surfers . . .

Alesia, from bemusement central...

So I open my reader mail and have one from a guy in Texas, who is kind enough to leave his entire signature line on the note (name, company, address, phone, fax, etc.). He works in an insurance agency, and I now know exactly where it is, in case I wanted to track him down and whack him over the head with his e-mail. Or report him for surfing on company time. Or, you know, something creative.

He writes:

>>just bumpin' along through your website. i'm curious, and serious, do you consider what you do "literary"? when you go to bed at night, do you feel good about calling your work "literary"?
just curious.
Todd<<

So I write back:
"Well, it beats working in an insurance agency.
just serious."

This is clearly somebody who has never read my books, but found me via our literary chicks blogsite. Todd, Todd, Todd. Tsk, tsk. A little reality check here – I guess you missed the forum posts comparing my work to Steinbeck? Hemingway? Wolfe? Homer? (That would be the Iliad dude, but I’ll take Simpson).

Or were you just surfing the web on company time for a phrase like ‘sex toys’ and came up with the first chapter of NICE GIRLS FINISH FIRST? ‘Fess up, Todd. We’re all adults here. Getting those brown paper-wrapped packages at work, now?

Plus, it’s a little personal asking about what I do when I go to bed at night. I know being a writer and having a website makes me a public figure, but, you know, eeuuuwwwwww.

Alesia, who is never serious

p.s. Hey, everybody! Just for fun, check out the Top 10 Ways you know you're Not a Nice Girl! Except, of course, if you're Todd.

Posted by Alesia at 9:45 PM | Comments (2)

Comments

Posted by: Bec at November 30, 2004 11:02 PM

Posted by: Alesia at November 30, 2004 11:13 PM