I am 4000 words (as of this morning) into my novel, participating in National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo), a challenge to write 50,000 words in a month. I am grateful for at the breadth and width of the authors willing to give of their time to share their processes not only with the NaNoWriMo community, but also bounce off each other in panel programming. I would say I was amazed, but I’m not, because I know authors to be incredibly generous people. I have a few that have tweeted me back, and had conversations with that had absolutely nothing to do with writing For example, @MegGardiner1 and I have an affinity for all things scarlet, we’re both lawyers, and we both like to share resources with our communities. But if I tweeted her today, and didn’t hear a reply, I wouldn’t be hurt, offended, or stop reading her books. Why? Because I only know her through twitter! We’re not personal friends, she should not be giving up her writing or personal or just plain unpaid time to answer all my questions about what I think she should answer. Mostly I agree with Charlie Smith’s comments to this essay, and would like to think that if I could ever publish my own novel, that’s the approach my readers would allow me to take.