The Kindness of Strangers

When I first started this journey, I simply enjoyed the writing. I loved getting lost in the drama and love and of course the sex of my characters. And that world was one that I controlled. It’s also a world that’s been a hell of a lot of fun to play in.

Then came the actual publishing, which I’ve noted before on this site, was far more daunting, and a world where I felt a lot less sure. But still, there were some roadmaps to follow and checkpoints along the way. And like with many things, the more I did it, the more comfortable I became.

The biggest unknown and best surprise has been the incredible outpouring of support from people I’ve never met. I can’t tell you how uplifting it has been to get emails from many of you, connecting with people I’d otherwise never have the opportunity to chat with. So thank you for reaching out! Some of you have shared that your emails to me or reviews of my books have been your first foray into that world. Thank you for stepping outside of your comfort zone with me.  As you know, some of my characters push themselves, but doing it in reality versus fiction are two very different things, so thank you for taking that leap and for trusting me.

It’s been a roller coaster year, and everything relating to writing has undoubtedly been the high. I have a few books in the works and have completed a new one, but it’s very different than everything else so far and I’m putting it aside for a bit to gain a little perspective before releasing it. The low of this ride (which is the understatement of the century) has been losing my best friend, who also happened to be my mother, at the end of last year. That new book is very closely based on the journey we took together during her illness and subsequent death. I’ve always maintained that I write and read romances because, who wants to read about things like cancer when we have to live through them in reality? And then what do I do, but go and write a book about it! At its core, it’s still a romance, but just a very different one.

The one similarity between writing and losing her has easily been the kindness of strangers. It has renewed my faith in humanity. In a day and age where we can be so disconnected amidst all of our so-called connectivity, I’ve been overwhelmed by simple gestures, many by people I barely know.

Thank you again,