Not sorry at all
I often write unfashionably long stories. I don’t regret it. It’s the way they come to me, I can’t help it. I don’t want to. I’m not sorry for the kind of author I am.
I am sorry that you choose your reading list by word count, that anything above 2k is beyond your interest. I’m sorry that your attention span is that short. I’m sorry that you’re missing out on a great thing just because the long word count scares you. I’m sorry you can’t enjoy the pleasure of a great long read the way I do.
Trend-wise, you have the upper hand. No one has the time to read War and Peace anymore, that’s why people invented Twitter. So yes, you are the revolution, I am the retrograde. But I can’t change my spots, and I won’t apologize for that, so stop trying to make me.
Even if you have no appreciation for long stories, here’s a tl;dr.
Long stories are a gift (both reading and writing). Long stories make a lot of people happy. And if you’re waiting for us dinosaurs to die out, bear in mind that we will go down fighting, because we enjoy what we do too damn much.
X-posted @ tumblr.