I can’t believe we put the event at Powell’s together with two days notice. Thanks so much to the Powell’s staff and to everyone who came out. I can’t imagine this tour without having come here.
During the talk last night, I spoke briefly about how meta the event was. Just like with the first WOOL, there was an outcry from the audience, which led to a change in my plans. The novel that hit bookstores this past week had an origin similar to yesterday’s tour stop. I love this interplay between reader and writer. You can affect what stories I choose to invest my time in; you can divert my flight plans.
To take the metaness one level deeper, isn’t this what WOOL is all about? Someone at dinner last night said that it was very cool of me to spend so much time with readers and to have the attitude I do on fan fiction, DRM, and piracy. It’s difficult to hear these sorts of compliments, because I can’t imagine doing anything differently. I aspire to be like Jules, perhaps. Willingly and willfully naive. Let the truth out. Do the right thing for its own sake. And suffer the consequences rather than suffer living any other way.