Tomorrow morning, very early, I will fly off to New York for Ralph’s funeral.
For over 15 years, Ralph was my literary agent. He died very suddenly last weekend, at the age of 60, of a brain aneurysm. Gone, just like that.
Ralph Vicinanza changed my life. There are not enough pixels for me to explain that statement completely. But a rough summary is that Ralph was responsible for the ‘creation’ of Robin Hobb. If he had not become my agent, I do not think I would have written the books I wrote, or if I did, that they would have reached the audience they reached. I could always count on his honesty, in all aspects of my writing life.
So, here I am, taking time in the middle of my very busy life, to go to his funeral. And I am angry with myself, because I never just decided to take time out from my very busy life to fly to New York when he was alive. Our face to face meetings were very few, usually when a convention or other gathering brought us together.
Most of our work was conducted via telephone calls and email. But I really enjoyed the times when we got to talk face to face. So why didn’t I go out of my way to create more of those?
So, do me a favor. Think of those people you really enjoy and make more time for them.
I didn’t much like the last piece of advice he gave me. And I was putting off discussing it with him because, in retrospect, I already knew he was right and he would ‘win’ the discussion. Now I wish I’d called.
But, as I ended up doing with every piece of advice he gave me, I will be following it. More on that in a few months.