In this blog, I’ve talked about many authors. I’ve mentioned Shakespeare, Jane Austen, the Brontë sisters, Edgar Allan Poe, John Steinbeck, James Thurber and other literary illuminati. They all have one thing in common: They’ve croaked.
Yep, they’re all dead. Passed away, passed on, gone away to heaven, kicked the bucket, bought the farm, in the stars or any other way you want to put it.
Then there’s the other authors (the live ones) that I’ve discussed in my blog posts, such as David Baldacci, Molly Ringwald, Clive Cussler, Andrew McCarthy and Umberto Eco. I feel slightly strange writing a blog post about a living author and publishing it. Since the Internet reaches almost everywhere, it’s possible they might see it since it’s out there in public.
With the thousands of blog posts out there, I doubt that they’ll actually see mine and read it. But at the back of my mind, I’m still wondering…what happens if someone who does know that famous author happens upon the blog post and forwards them the link? What if they read a tweet of mine that refers to the blog post?
Journalists deal with this issue all the time, but it’s different for me since I come from another type of writing background. It feels a bit odd, that’s all I’m saying. Am I the only one who feels this way?
It’s probably a non-issue anyway. These authors must be accustomed to having their names mentioned all over the blogosphere, in newspapers, in tweets, on Facebook and in magazines. It comes along with being famous, after all.
I do watch what I say in my blog, so it’s not that their lawyers will be hunting me down for libel or anything like that. (All I have to offer the lawyers anyway is a can of Diet Pepsi and a couple of croutons. Okay, okay, so I exaggerate. But you get the idea. And I really must hasten to Wal-Mart soon.)
I did catch one live author, sort of, one day. I have a blogging friend, J.G. Burdette, who writes a fantastic and entertaining history blog called Map Of Time/A Trip Into The Past (we bonded over history, especially the Titanic). In a post where I asked readers to describe which authors they would take to a desert island, J.G. mentioned that she’d bring one of her favorite young adult authors (Karen Schwabach). Karen saw the comment and responded to it. I think it’s safe to say that both J.G. and I got a kick out of that. (Note to J.G. — you got me curious, so I read Karen’s The Storm Before Atlanta. Great story!)
Blog readers, your thoughts?