Every now and then I’ll get notes and messages from readers, along with reviews, and I have to say (Trolls and Snark-@sses aside), they totally make me Stupid Happy Giddy. Things like,
“Amazing. A female author who can write real male characters. Not just testosterone muscle heads.”
“…had me turning pages almost faster than I could read them!”
make me look like this:
And when y’all blast me with stuff like,
“…I would like to call in sick to work and just curl up and finish it.”
“[The Shrilugh Saga books are] on my list of all-time favorite reads ever!”
I do things like this:
(Apparently I relate to dudes with facial hair when I’m feeling happy? Geeze, I could really blow some cash on a therapist over that…)
Anyway, thank you. Like, lots. It’s stuff like this that keeps me going when sales slow down and I wonder if perhaps I made a piss-poor decision for a career. Stuff like this is what makes pushing through those totally uninspired days and writing anyway worth it. Stuff like this is what makes the highs Neon-Freaking-Tastic! and the lows, well, bearable.
*sniff, sniff* Bring it on in for a hug. Ah, yes. That’s good stuff.
I love you guys!