So, I just sent out a year-end newsletter to our readers, and I wanted to talk about it here, too, because it makes me really happy. ♥ ♥ ♥
I published eight novel-length works this year. Eight. And that doesn’t cover all of the books that are partially worked on. ♥ It is the most I’ve ever published in any year. *And* I was battling my depression pretty hard in a lot of the months.
You guys know I work my heart out–that’s no new news. ♥ BUT, I took some time this evening, and I was pretty damn proud of myself. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ I battle an illness that is profound and loud and horrific every single day, and I was able to tell stories with it anyway. I am so, so, so proud of myself. I am so, so, so proud of myself that I’m still here. I’m so, so, so, SO proud of myself that I told these stories.
I did it. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for seeing me through my good days and bad. For cheering me on when things were very hard. For reading my stories and loving them. You make every heartbeat of this worth it.
Tonight I’m grateful and happy and pretty damn content. ♥ ♥ ♥
I hope 2018 is better for all of us. Here’s to many good stories to come–for. All. Of. Us. ♥ ♥ ♥
