In my writing life, I give thanks for:
- a husband who has never complained about the time and money I devote to writing
- children who critique my manuscripts with a heavier hand than nasty Goodreads reviewers
- parents who filled our home with books and supplied me with great reads
- the libraries that widened my horizons in youth and saved my sanity as a young mother
- my local writing group who offer emotional support as well as critiques
- my first local critique group, now disbanded, who started this journey with me
- my book club, for reminding me that no book appeals to all readers and that I can appreciate a book I dislike--and for some of my closest friendships
- writing conferences that leave me rejuvenated and determined to work
- generous authors who share their wisdom and paths to publication
- my agent, who knows when to be tough and when to be gentle
- the many dear writing friends scattered across the country who swap manuscripts, publishing horror stories, and encouragement with me
- the thousands of books I've read that have opened my eyes to the human condition in myself and others
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