Friday, November 28, 2008
My sixth novel is now in the can, and I'll tell you, there were times I wasn't sure I was going to make it. But as with every November, somehow, it all comes together in the end...
It may not be ready to set the literary world in fire, but it's done, and it's MINE.
As always, I'm so proud of this accomplishment, more than people know.
Of course, I'd be remiss without a few thank yous...
Thanks for Jen, for her dares, her inspiring emails, for reading every word, and for cheering me along all the way. By my count, I hit all the dares (Hot Fuzz, TPD, Jack Harkness and I even killed David Tennant.)
Thanks to Nat, for loving every word, and telling me so.
Thanks to Dad, Michelle and Don, for always believing that I can write another novel, and for helping me celebrate when I do.
And thanks to all the nameless, faceless readers who enjoy what I put on the page. You are the reason I write.
And dedicated to the memory of Mum, who always supported me, believed in me, loved me, and knew that someday, I'd be a writer. I miss you every day.
Until next year...