I am so incredibly grateful today.
I started writing fiction on an absolute whim and never really expected anything to come from it. I know everyone says things like that but it’s true. I mean don’t get me wrong, I wanted it too, I’m honest enough to admit that, and conceited enough to think it was a possibility. When people would say my book would get to a million, I don’t know if I ever believed them. I was hopeful but I wasn’t sure.
The reads are great, and the comments are even better. It’s always wonderful to get some praise and admiration towards your work. But when you somehow manage to get what feels like the most amazing group of people as readers and friends, that’s the real treat. You’re all so wonderful and make every update magickal. I’ve had so much luck with you all, you’re the sweetest and most supportive people ever and I love you all dearly.
Writing is my passion; it makes every day a little more lovely. But on top of that, on top of all of it, I’ve made a family through this. I’ve met the most amazing women I think I might ever meet who taught me how to love and be loved. I think that the connection that comes from things like this is beautiful and if my books could ever be that for someone else, I’ll consider that the most success I’ll ever achieve.
Thank you all so much for being there for me and supporting every project I do (even if I haven’t updated one of them in nearly a year) The Deadly Seven became a way for me to escape and be someone else for a little bit. There’s nothing quite like creating a world and a group of people. All of the characters became family just as much as you all did, and I think that if I didn’t have you lot it would have been much harder to leave them all behind.
You have my whole heart and all of my love until the moon stops shining and maybe even a few dark days extra. When I publish my first book, you’ll all be slapped on the pages as the people that made it possible. Thank you. I love you.