I received my second ever death threat!
What’s this got to do with writing, you may ask? Well, quite a bit. My first death threat was about something personal and the police being the police in Adelaide came up with this astounding bit of advice: “We can only do something if they actually do something to you.” Thanks for the lack of help, but pretty much par for the course when it comes to law enforcement in this state.
But the second one was sent via email to an email address I only check sporadically. It was sent about two months ago, with a follow-up a week after that, a third one two weeks later and that was it.
The third one, though made it all not worth while: “May you find sollice [sic] in our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. He will have mercy on you’re [sic] soul.”
The first one though was where it all started: “I bougt [sic] the book and it was terrible. How dare you talk about Jesus like that! In his name I will find you and i [sic] will kill you.” And later: “I will kill you!”
Now, I’m guessing he (she?) was offended by Relick. But for all I know it could have been the short story I wrote about Lazarus or the one I wrote about Jesus organising his own death.
But what it meant was that this person had bothered to Google me, found this place (most likely) and noticed it had no contact details, so then went to Inside Pulse, found the e-mail address for Pulse which no-one uses anymore, sent it there, I didn’t respond, he/she tried again, I didn’t respond, they got all guilt-filled and sort of semi-apologised.
But, seriously, a death threat? Over a BOOK? That’s like the fatwa against Salman Rushdie for the contents of the book and not the fact the book was actually just dull. (Joke!) It’s just words. If your belief is so tenuous that you feel threatened by the written word, then maybe you should be examining your own mental self and what it is you actually believe in, not want to kill the person who made you and your religion feel so inadequate.
Oh well. To be perfectly honest, I feel better for having received it. It means some-one out there has read my stuff!
Update! Rejections have increased since last time I did this by 3: Patch of Green was rejected with nary a word; Valentine’s Day was rejected with the nice comments that it was 15,000 words too short but there was little they could see that could extend it well; Of Lizards And Men was rejected with a form letter, despite them asking for the full manuscript after I’d sent them the first three chapters and a synopsis. It would have been nice to know what was so crap.
Rejection Total: 173+3 = 176