"Why? It's not like I'm going to read it."
Um...okay. Because her daughter wrote that book, and is proud of it, maybe? And maybe a parent might want to brag about their
Turns out, she's not proud of me for having written and published that book. Isn't going to be proud of me for the next several, either. Wanna know why?
Because I write fantasy. I write about magic, and gods with little gs. It's what I read, it's what's in my imagination, and it's what I write (because I write what I like to read).
I have been informed that neither she nor any of her sisters want to hear about any more of my books until and unless I write something explicitly Christian, something wholesome. Something that appeals to their naval-gazing fundamentalism.
Something that won't entertain them or make them think about the world that they're willfully turning their backs on.
Heh. Guess I shouldn't point out that Christ has several cameos, starting in the first story, in The Godshead, or that the bartender is His brother, Lucifer.
Yes, this conversation, and revelation, happened a couple of months ago...but it hurt. A lot. And I've only just assimilated and gotten over that enough to be able to discuss it now.
What kind of parent actually says this to their child?
*I initially used the plural possessive because I have a younger sister. But she hasn't accomplished anything beyond dressing, bathing, and feeding herself in more than fifteen years. And she's only thirty-one in April.