Posted By Kathleen David on September 7, 2013
I met Ann at some southern science fiction convention. She wouldn’t remember the encounter but I did. I was working the Art Show and she asked me directions to a panel room. I gave her the short cut and she thanked me. Why do I remember this? Because my friend who was working the Art Show with me came up and said, “Do you know who that was? That was A C Crispin! I loved Yesterday’s Son.”
Fast forward a number of years later and I am attending Shoreleave as Peter’s girlfriend for the first time. Peter introduces me to Ann and we chat for quite a while about all kinds of things. From that meeting a friendship was formed.
A couple of years later I am working at Del Rey books and my boss forwards me an e-mail from Ann inquiring about something for “Writer Beware”. I find the information and get it to Ann. After that it was agreed that I was the go to person for this sort of info because I was so good at finding it and I was in charge of the mail for most of Del Rey. I would alert Ann to things that I thought were fishy and give her some information that she requested. When we were at conventions we would usually catch up on family first and then delve into the publishing industry and Writer’s Beware.
I found out from a friend that Ann was fighting cancer. I didn’t say anything publicly since she hadn’t and this was a private matter. I kept up with what was happening and would make a point of talking to her when we were at conventions together.
I was quite sad when she posted up on her Facebook that she was nearing the end of her days. I don’t think any of us, except her immediate family, knew how close.
Ann was a very passionate person. She believe in what she was doing to help writers not get ripped off which this day and age is getting harder and harder. She loved writing and teaching writing to others. She was a great teacher as many of her students who have gone onto professional careers can attest. She was a fighter. When she got the bit in her teeth she was all in and woe betide the individual or company that was opposing her.
I will always treasure her friendship, advice, and kindness. If she had been born in the deep south, I would call her a steel magnolia.
My sympathies to her family and friends. Know that we will all miss her and her zest for life.
I am grateful that I could count Ann among my friends.