I've always written with an image of my ideal reader in mind, probably a glorified version of myself, maybe an instant soul mate who completely appreciated me. Definitely I've seen myself developing a cult following of these people, male and female, who were all united in their unique if skewed sensibility.
But what happens when you come face to face with your actual audience of readers and find out they are nothing like what you imagined?
I interviewed Leonard Cohen one time where he said he'd somehow fallen into the lives of some of his readers and many of those lives had ended tragically.
Tell me about your experiences facing your readers.
But what happens when you come face to face with your actual audience of readers and find out they are nothing like what you imagined?
I interviewed Leonard Cohen one time where he said he'd somehow fallen into the lives of some of his readers and many of those lives had ended tragically.
Tell me about your experiences facing your readers.