Theodore listened with some interest. With writing, most of the times, the words just came. He couldn't explain it, really, but he got the idea in his head and just sort of let him lead it where he wanted. Again - likely - natural talent. "Writing is...very much nothing like that. I think it must be fun, though, to step into the shoes of another, be someone else for a while. Not at the cost of your happiness, though," he added, because he didn't want to make it seem like he thought Hugh's issues were a good thing. "Mm, I do understand. Most of the negative reviews I received were thanks to portraying a gay couple as loving parents. 'Such a thing has no place in children's literature,'" he quoted, then scoffed. "That one was so over the top and offended I think it actually made me laugh."
"I appreciate that you like it," Theodore said gratefully. "Usually once I get into it, with larger groups, it's really not that bad. I think it's more the...anticipation of it? The readings can be enjoyable, and I like taking questions. Though people always want to know the most minute details and a lot of times I don't have the answers. But, they expect you to. They seem to be pleased when I don't, though - like they've thought of some aspect I haven't. Disappointed all the same, however, like they really needed to know some finer point that has no bearing on the story." He shook his head with a smile. "I understand, though. I'm happy that they enjoy it so much they want to know those things."