Thanksgiving has passed and shame on me for not writing this sooner.
Thank you to each and every one of you; Family, Friends, Readers and Reviewers. You have made this year one of the most remarkable in my memory. I have bruises up and down my arms where I’ve continually pinched myself to make sure this is all real.
I’m a writer, an author! Strangers read my books and like them! I check my sales figures three times a day (even though all those writer blogs advise against it) and cheer each time the numbers rise. I do a happy dance around my kitchen each night as I turn out the lights and put my computer to bed and every night as I crawl under the covers I announce my daily tally. My husband stays awake for this new ritual knowing if he falls asleep, I will wake him anyway.
I hope I never become so sophisticated or blase about my numbers and ratings that I look at them as nothing more than sales figures and while I thank the Good Lord for my great fortune, I also ask Him to keep me humble in remembering that each and every book sold represents a person who has been kind enough to read what I have written.
At a time when many of my contemporaries are looking forward to being done with their careers, I’m beginning an entirely new one and what an adventure it is turning out to be. I’m an author, a writer of books, a storyteller and I find that so exciting, it sometimes takes my breath away. Can I claim to be a best selling author? No, not yet, and maybe I never will be, but I’m on the verge of earning my living at it and that is something I never dreamed I could do.
I am, therefore, extremely grateful for those of you who had faith in me when I had little for myself, for those of you who read what I wrote and liked it enough to tell your friends and write reviews and encouraged me to write more. God bless you all and Happy Thanksgiving.
