Dear Reader,
It is the night before Thanksgiving and all through the house not a creature is stirring because they are all too exhausted
after driving such all freaking day...
Okay, I know it's the wrong holiday for that poem, but hear me out. I have just finished the drive to my friend's parent's house where I'm spending American Thanksgiving. The trip should only have taken four and a half hours, so naturally we left at 10AM and got in at 5:30PM. What's life without the scenic route,
really?
Thanksgiving is a holiday I can get behind. I like the idea of spending a day giving thanks for all the things I value in my life. There are a lot, and chief among them is... you, actually.
You are the reason I get to
make a living writing the stories I love. Your support is the reason I can pay my real life bills and I appreciate it more than I can say.
But I should probably try to find the words more often, so here they are: Thank you! For reading the books, for the way you keep checking this newsletter, for your patience in waiting for the books that, I swear, are
coming. From the bottom of my over-emotional writer heart - thank you, thank you, thank you!
Whatever you're doing today, I hope you are having an awesome time. You rock and my life would not be the same without you!