I've come across two posts this week that made me think. I hate it when they do that. If there had only been one I might have blown it off but two posts coming so quickly after thanksgiving made me pay attention.
The first one is here where they challenge us to write a letter of thanks or appreciation to an author. Let them know how their book affected you. In a good way of course.
The other post is here. At the end he asks if we've ever had a book that changed our lives and did we write the author.
If we can step back for a moment I'll tell you of an experience I had in college. A couple students and the professor were sitting in our classroom hanging out and chatting. I remember asking the professor a question though I no longer remember what it was. He looked at me for a moment as if I was some harmless but repulsive bug, turned to another student and started a different conversation. Situations like this happened all the time. I don't know if my question was lame, or maybe he just didn't know who I was or why I would talk to him (yes, he was my professor) I do tend to be invisible. Thing like this have made me wary of approaching people. And there's also my fear of coming off as a teenage groupie or kiss up.
These things have stopped me from telling people how much I appreciate their work. The few times I have it was a casual "hey, I enjoyed your book" That meant so much more than what I said. These two blog posts made me reevaluate. If- scratch that, when I become published I will want people to tell me they enjoyed my book. In fact I think I'll bask in the praise and buy a new hat since my head will be so big. I won't assume everyone is a stalker or kissing up to me. I can imagine that hearing how their book changed someone's life will be an amazing experience for an author who worked and loved that book long before it was published.
Have you ever written or received a letter such as this? How did you feel about it?