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Newsletter Dated: 4/4/2004 9:03:29 AMSubject: Me and Them Hello again:
Lots going on, so let's get the "me-me-me" stuff over first: "The Role Players" release date (April ??) is coming closer, though far too slowly to suit me, as is the Double Dragon Press release of "Calico", set for June. I hope you'll be able to read them both. And my dear friend, Gary, who manages and does all the work on Dorien's Web Page (www.doriengrey.net) has just totally revised the page and did his usual great job. I don't know what I'd do without him and hope you'll stop by to see his efforts.
Recently, I rejoined a writer's group, All About Murder (www.allaboutmurder.com). A really nice group of people, nearly every one of whom is straight. I've been visiting their websites and am struck by the very great differences between their writing situation and mine. Most are women, the vast majority of whom are married with husbands and children and dogs. Many of them provide pictures of themselves on their sites, and they all seem to have a...well, comforting commonality. They are,after all, members of the same "club" of heterosexuality.
Unlike them--and not only because I'm not heterosexual--I would never publish my picture on a website, or do booksignings or readings--not that my ego wouldn't love to, but because in many ways, Dorien Grey is a fantasy: he is who my readers think he is; I look like what my readers think I look like, and to see me as I am in real life (not that people scream and run away when I walk up to them) would simply take away some of the fantasy. I remember during the transition from radio to television that when many of the old radio stars showed up on TV, they were not at all the people I'd envisioned them as being, and I was generally disappointed.
It's all kind of limiting, but....
Getting back to the "tradition" of including a poem with these newsletters, here's a new haiku which is far more appropriate to late fall than early spring:
November
Armies of bare trees raise their limbs in surrender to winter's advance.
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Dorien www.doriengrey.net www.glbpubs.com
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