I went book shopping yesterday and found one that looked interesting, Ninth City Burning. I flipped it open and the first thing I saw was your name among those who had reviewed it and I bought it without a second thought. I know it's not your book but I wanted to share how strongly your opinion influenced my decision :)
That book made me so happy.
But you know what made me buckets happier? See, the author, Patrick, he’s with Penguin-Random House, which is the publisher that distributes DAW. (DAW is a publisher in its own right, they just have a distribution deal with PRH, it’s all very confusing here in tradpubworld.) We were at San Diego Comic-Con 2016, and he had the signing after mine.
Now, my girlfriend, Amy, is amazing. Like, I have a collection of some pretty fuckin’ sweet humans, and she’s the best of them, she’s the cream of the crop, I am so lucky it doesn’t make any damn sense. But when I’m being Shiny Professional Seanan in Authorland, some people have a tendency to look at the blue-haired water goddess I drag through the mirror with me, sniff, and dismiss her as unimportant because She’s Not An Author.
(Amy is a professional fiddler. All those people can fuck off. Buckets of fuck, buckets of off. MR. POTATO HEAD AND HIS BUCKETS OF FUCK YOU.)
Patrick not only didn’t go “oh, whatever, I have important author shit to do,” he spent like, an hour chatting with her while I signed. He was nice and friendly and kind, and as a result, Ninth City Burning got bumped to the top of my TBR and got a really detailed “this is awesome” blurb. It is awesome–I only blurb books I actually like–but I swear I cheerlead for him because he took the time to be kind to someone who matters to me, but who he could easily have assumed was dismissable, as so many assholes do.
Don’t brush people off because you’re trying to get to The Important Ones. Everyone is important.