Here in the States at least, it’s Thanksgiving, a holiday where you’re supposed to give thanks for all the good things that have happened in your life, and the good people who happen to be a part of it.
I have a lot to be thankful for this year. Watching my son grow up has been a blast, and seeing my new series not completely fall flat on its face has been an added bonus.
I’m thankful that 2021 is shaping up to be much better than last year for a multitude of reasons. I’m thankful that I’m on track to finish my twentieth novel. I’m thankful for my wife, family, and friends. I’m thankful to have seasons and cold weather again after almost four years of languishing in the hot, humid swamps of Florida.
I’m also thankful for having the opportunity to be at this long enough to reach my twentieth novel, the first draft of which I finished just a couple of days ago. In the author community, reaching twenty novels is seen a major milestone. The reason is, the more books you have, the more likely you get to write novels for a living. Even if you don’t sell a lot of each individual title (which describes me), when you add them up, many little streams can make a mighty river.
I’m incredibly grateful for my fans who have made all this possible, because, without you guys, it wouldn’t be. Seven years from the day I quit my crappy job, I still get to write books for a living. I get to write about dragons, aliens, and zombies in a post-apocalyptic wasteland, along with mages flying around in outer space. I’m so glad there are people out there who don’t mind that I mix things that really shouldn’t mix, otherwise I’d be out of a job.
So, Happy Thanksgiving to all, wherever you happen to be and wherever you happen to be from. I’m grateful to have you as a reader.