I’d had a run-in with a bad fan at the time I wrote this, so I got real cynical in adding all the little epigrams under this page.

When I’ve seen some of the nuttiness other media people have to put up with from their fans, I have to count myself lucky. My readers tend to be cool, smart, and have a healthy dollop of silly — which is always a mark of self-assured maturity  Kids are dreadfully serious; true adults don’t give a damn about whether or not the world thinks they can be goofy or laugh at themselves.  Then again, kids are vulnerable, true adults are not.

I’ve always referred to my readers as “readers” because they’re not following me like fools with their tongues hanging out — they’re reading books. I certainly like it when somebody has to have each and every one of my books, but I’m perfectly aware they have lives and kids and strange pets (aren’t all our pets strange?).

I don’t take it amiss when they pass on their mania to my books to their kids.  I’ve heard:  “I grew up with your books,” “My mom read your books.”  First time I heard this, I felt old. Now, since I know I’m never gonna grow up anyway, it makes me all happy.