This one’s not really about me, although I have my regular crashes and it may be a mild form of depression. Who knows.
No, this is about the wonderful Scott Lynch, whose books have entertained us far too sporadically over the years (and I regret that this sounds critical, rather than simply regretful) but are always – always – a joy to read.
This was a really brave and admirable thing for Lynch to come forward with. I’d heard a bit about his issues in the past, but this was new information. And I can certainly empathise. Of course, if I stopped writing altogether I’d disappoint tens of people, but that’s a different sort of angst altogether.
Anyway, this made me stop and think, and it’s well worth a read. I hope we’ll be seeing more work from Lynch in the near future, but if not – I can wait.
– Pre-written at 02:30am dear God what’s wrong with me I’m going to bed.