4 July, 2014
As do many writers, I tend to write for an imagined, ideal reader. Mine is a secret audience of one, a composite of favorite authors and a couple of people I’ve known. People who I appreciate and trust. It’s a collective sensibility whose appreciation and tastes meet mine. This is not a conscious approach, not a canned device or gimmick I put into place as I set about to write. Rather, I think it’s a subconscious act of empathy, a subtle putting of myself into a reader’s shoes. And, I hope, it helps me deliver work that does what it should.