Rceiving e-mails with great thanks for helping people dealing with their feelings is the greatest thing that can happen to you. I got several, and every single message is as special as the other.
Beside that I got a lot of mails and messages in my guestbook with questions about myself.
Who are you?
How old are you?
And more...
That made me think. For me, the most special thing about a story is that there are no pictures. As a reader, you make your own interpretation. Its like radio against tv; you hear a voice, you can make up your own mind how the voice is looking. So I like to be a little... ehhh... mysterious.
After publishing around five stories on the internet, and getting more and more questions about myself, I wrote a short story about all the characters from those stories, who organised a surpriseparty for me in an restaurant, and a bar later. "Thank you Oliver, for making our lives." They had questions along the evening; "why did you make me the way you did?", "am I like you?" In the story I told a lot about myself, answering those questions. Believe me, it was great fun to write. At the end of the story two of them (a very happy couple) drove me home, drunk as I was. My car stayed at the parking of the restaurant.
The next day one of them, Luc (that is the Dutch/French version of Luke, I presume), picked me up to get my car. He was always the person of all my stories I felt the most related to. I had put a lot of my own doubts in him. We talked about that. In the end I kissed him, saying goodbye.
That end of the story gave me the most rewarding reaction from one of the readers.
He was mad. Furious! Where on earth did I had the nerve to kiss him?! I didn't had the right to disturb the beautiful relationship he had, I should have known better.
From that moment I knew it; the persons that I create are alive for some my readers.
And that feels good.