This weekend I went to a celebration of Rhonda and her debut novel. She was surrounded by supportive friends, fellow writers, a daughter, and a husband who told me he had discovered that Amazon had a ranking system and now he was checking it every hour which is pretty much one of the sweetest things I've ever heard. (She's trending down!) And then Rhonda gave a speech that not only thanked people but named all the ways she'd been helped by them in this long process of writing her novel.
It reminds me to thank my "people." So to those who cook dinner for me, take care of my dog, and bring me pie, to the ones who drag me away from my writing desk to have fun, to the fellow writer who squeals because I finished a draft no matter how bad her own writing day was, to the editors of my work and to the readers, to that guy who said my point-of-view as a disabled person wasn't "enough" (getting pissed off = renewed focus), to my friend in the care facility who kept my published pieces fanned out on her dresser, to my dog who sits in the small of my back and heats it, to each of you, know this, you are beloved and most appreciated.