Clouds roll over rice terraces in the northern Philippines

Literally the only good thing about Anne Rice’s interactions with her fans (of which I too bore my victim stripes back in the day: hello, first debilitating panic attack of many) is that she taught me an enormous amount about how not to behave as an author.

Every time I get too precious about work that needs to be changed for its own good, every time I see someone really hate something I’ve written and want to get defensive, I think to myself: are you choosing this battle for a good reason, or are you being Anne? 

So. Thanks for that, I guess.