I tend to post odd little questions and quotes on Twitter while I’m writing, mostly to show that I am actually writing. Earlier this evening I posted “If a man has had his mineral salts replaced by heavy metals, would he still respond to the same pheromone cues as an unmodified human?”
My Twitter feed goes to my author FaceBook page, and someone who follows my author page responded, with a reply that showed he knew what I was talking about. I amplified my question, which was about whether or not an ambimorph would be able to use chemical persuasion on a blue metal boy.
Here’s the exciting part–this is not someone I know personally. This a reader from another country, someone who knows my work and decided to follow my author page, and who is evidently interested enough in the world I’ve made that he has his own ideas and theories about how things would work. (Good ones, too, he had a well thought out answer to my question.)
I can’t really explain just how excited this makes me. It means that I’m not just shouting down a well here, the work that I have done to build not just a story but a cosmos actually means something to someone.
Does this make sense to anyone? Getting people to read my work is a huge thrill, and knowing that people will pay money for it is an ego stroke, but getting people to think?
Man, that’s like nothing else on Earth.