Dickens? Seriously?

I heard this comparison twice in the last two days and by two completely different unattached people talking about two different stories, one not even a member of the transgender community. I've heard this comparison before as well and I wonder if there is credence to it. I figured I would bring it up here and hopefully people will weigh in on the matter.

I have been, on occasion, compared to Charles Dickens.

There, I said it.

I take it as a high complement. Could it be that I'm a transgender fiction version of Mr. Dickens. The thought intrigues me. I write about orphans and waifs, but I don't have that air of British sophistication about me.

If I am a TG Dickens, should I move to London. Maybe it explains why I get lumped in with Tanya Allen all the time, she's British. Maybe that's why I sell in UK. Maybe I should read more of his works. Maybe my next story should start "It was the best of corsets it was the worst of corsets." Even Erin has made a few references in the past about me being like Dickens, and she knows everything. It certainly boosts my moral.

Well. I better start on my next novel. It's about a miserly old man visited by three ghost at Christmas that show him how he was supposed to be a girl all along and that's why he's been so grumpy all his life.

By the way... I've always wondered if I did write like a contemporary. I don't mind if people throw out other names.