You know how you SAY things if, you think a thing is super unlikely to happen, like how you might SAY if your kid gets on the honor roll you will buy them an EXHORBITANTLY expensive Warhammer model kit, thinking, “OH, the stress of moving, and he just changed schools, they have him in AP classes, he historically is not GREAT with change; it’s nice to give him an incentive, but COME ON, I can safely plan to spend that money on liquor and shoes…”
Yeah. Well. Turns out my kid is amazing.
Yeah. Well. Turns out you guys are pretty dern amazing, too.
As I said, it wouldn’t be about which ten books were “best.” That’s SO subjective, and if you asked 100 people they would have all had a different answer, and they would have all been right. I thought it would actually be about who had Best Beloveds willing to geek out, go nuts, and badger everyone they ever met who liked my books. It was about who lifted the flag, hollered, insisted, reiterated, remembered, reminded.
It was pretty much about you guys, being awesome. I wish I could buy you ALL modeling kits.
But instead, here is what I have. If you look at the right siude bar, you will see a clicky lets you download the promised Short Story. I hope you guys like it. Eventually, this story was turned into the opening scene of the first novel I ever wrote, called REACHING FOR HENRY. This is the only bit of it I’ve ever shared.
And. Secondly. Oh my. I have dug out my flip phone. I have ordered a DANCING OUTFIT. You heard me, I HAVE ORDERED A DANCING OUTFIT….from…Wait for it: Etsy.
Oh yeah, baby, we are going to do it, and we are going to do it VERY. VERY. VERY. badly.
Filming begins after the holiday, and I should have the horrifying results in time to ruin your sleep forever before Christmas.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Meanwhile, while I busy myself abdicating all hope of personal dignity FOREVER, there IS still a final round going on. I am SUPER amazed to have made this far, but, you know. While you are here and all, look what I have placed a below.