It was really great getting that notification from Smashwords that I had sold a book! It's an odd sensation. You work so hard (sometimes years) getting something where you want it, and then you put it out there and let people decide for themselves. I think the frightening part, isn't necessarily having someone read my work, but I want them to enjoy it. Isn't that what the entertainment industry is about -- enjoyment. If someone learns or is edified along the way, that's wonderful, but there's a certain joy that should be inherent in art of any kind.
You know I remember seeing the film version of "Lord of the Rings," and was disappointed that they left out old Tom Bombadil and Lady Gold Berry. I know it didn't really fit the flow of the story, and understand why they cut that section, but Tom and those yellow boots had danced through my mind when I was fourteen and left footprints everywhere.
Then there was Alan Burt Akers and his Drey Prescott series. Why did I love it so much? I suppose reading about a champion who could handle anything, made me feel a bit better, more capable in dealing with a world I was having a very difficult time handling.
I wonder. Is this why I insist on writing strong women characters into my stories, because I see too many young women submitting to things they don't have to.