My family has a tradition at Thanksgiving dinner in which we take turns saying something that we are grateful for. The biggies are always foremost in my mind—health, home, family. I am so profoundly thankful for the faces shining around the table that I neglect to voice other areas in my life to which I owe thanks.
At the end of last week, my editor emailed me with her revisions and the copy editor’s changes to my next novella, Shadow Play (part II in Ellie and Cam’s story). The novella had line edits on each page, with questions in the margin for me to consider—all very incisive and clear. As I went through the document, I was so grateful to have these excellent minds concentrating on my story. And I also thought of others who helped me with the novella along the way.
So today I am giving thanks—not just for the work on this story, but all my stories. First, thank you to my husband. He is my first and last reader. He is my sounding board. He gives me suggestions, and he listens patiently when I ramble on as I brainstorm. And thank you to my agent, who also reads and gives great feedback and support whenever I need it. And thank you to my crit partners, who give me astute critiques. And to my editor, who makes my writing tight and clear. And the copy editor, who catches my mistakes. And the proofreader, for those last, sneaky errors.
That’s a lot of people who have taken the time to help make my work strong. Every time I get feedback, I am thankful for it. I love to write. I love to tell stories. It’s my passion and a huge part of who I am as a person. That I have such amazing support means so much to me. Thank you.