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Monday, December 31, 2012

Tom Hart

Nyeusigrube has suffered a great loss.

One of the hardest parts of living as a public person is the effort to separate the personal from the public.  Private struggles generally manifests online as a period of silence, or a series of inane, meaningless posts as the public professional struggles to conceal private pain.

I was not sure at first whether this qualified as something that should be shared with you, my readers, or something that should be kept private.  I consulted friends.  I reeled in shock.  In the end, I did not know what to say about anything- about my writing, my world, my career- unless I can share this with you.  Saying nothing seemed callous and unfeeling.

You do not know it, but you too have suffered a loss.

If you haven't already, you should read through the "Publishing" post in the On Writing section of this site- particularly the third part, which details the actions of one man, who made it possible for me to share my world with you.  Without him, you and I would never have met.  Whatever inspiration and insight you may have taken from my work- entertainment, if nothing else- never would have occurred.  This is why you deserve to know.

Tom Hart, my agent of fourteen years, the man who took a chance on a shy thirteen-year-old girl and enabled the Den of Shadows, Keisha'ra and Maeve'ra series, has passed away.  Nyeusigrube is a colder and darker place without him.


  1. I am so sorry for your loss.

  2. I'm sorry. He sounded like a great person.

  3. Wow. I never really thought about how important agents were until now. Thanks to this fellow, I got to have your wonderful stories inspire me through my teen years.
    Even though I never knew him, I'm thankful he was there to see something special in you. I probably owe a lot of thanks to men and women like him, people I never gave much thought to, for giving the writers I love a chance.
    It's amazing how even the people you don't think about can influence your life.
    I hope you take the time you need to grieve. Thank you for sharing. Even if it's in a blog to people you don't know, we appreciate it and are here for you. As your readers, you were there for us without knowing us. It's the least we can do.

  4. He did well; his work and memory is contained in every copy of your novels that is held in someone's hand. I thank him for letting us have this connection to your world and your unique ability to create.