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You see that girl at her computer? The one wearing the same clothes she wore the other day, and the day before that? The one with messy hair and a pink Yeti coffee cup, mostly ice, little bit of coffee?
Do I look tired? Do I look stressed out? Do I look broken?
Sometimes I feel that way. It’s been a trying year since my dad died and I can honestly say it’s been a year of growth for me. Not only personally, but mentally.
I’d like to think I put more of myself into my words and obsessive over them just the same. That will never change.
I’d like to thank my husband for always believing me and never questioning my ability. Every time I want to quit, or tell him I don’t think I can take the constant negative thrown my way and the online hatred I receive from authors, he tells me, “What would that prove? Nothing. You keep writing and rise above it.” He’s the most loyal, honest person I know and I thank God every day he’s in my life. He makes me a better person.
My daughter, this girl is so full of fire and drive I can’t wait to see what she does with it. She’s another reason I keep writing. What does it tell her if I simply give up because I can’t take the negative any longer?
Becky, I don’t know how you put up with me sometimes but I can tell you I fucking adore my little aussie friend! Thank you for pushing me to be a better writer and exploring my abilities as a writer.
Thank you to my family. I know it’s been a rough year and we’re not always crossing paths at the same time, but I love you.
The girls in my BETA group and the members of SheyNanigans, thank you so much for staying by my side through all this. Thank you! I hope I did Tiller justice for you!