Thankful am I, for the gift of text… because my words are ashes in my throat today.
I learned this morning of the death of a lovely woman, an author I’ve done a number of projects with and chatted and snarked with on a number of occasions. Whose words of praise made me blush, and who took with excellent humor some light-hearted ribbing over character’s misbehavior on the page.
Sandrine Gasq-Dion was one of the authors who helped me launch the “Greg Boudreaux” branding line, with her book “A Marked Man” only a year and a half ago. She wrote with vigor and a sense of passion, she lived in passion and loved her stories, her characters and her readers.
Her sudden passing yesterday has left me stunned. Tears and silence reigned in my recording booth this morning when Rhys called to let me know.
She was brash, bold, controversial and proud of it. I believe some of her finest moments in her own estimation were getting temp-blocked from FB for being a bit TOO much.
On the one hand… I cannot say I knew Sandy all that well. We only met in person a couple of times, and only in the last 3 years. But on the other, working with an author’s words that closely is an intimacy of art that is hard to equal. I was absolutely gutted to learn this news, and remain deeply hurting.
I don’t honestly know what else to say, except how much my heart goes to her family, to the readers and listeners who followed her work… and to the genre she was a part of.