I wasn't sure how to start this letter to you. There are a million and one thoughts floating around my head vying for attention, but I can't latch on to a single one that adequately expresses how I'm feeling. So I am going to go for the tried and trusted, the steadfast and true - although it too seems pathetically inadequate for what's in my heart. But here goes...
For the stories you took a chance on.
For urging me on when I'd have quite willingly closed my laptop forever.
For slapping me upside the head when I wallowed in the deep end of the pity pool.
For making me feel as though the characters in my head touched you in some way.
For the emails and words of encouragement - knowing that the stories in my head have touched you in some way is something I could never fully explain.
For sticking by me during the dry spells and giving me the confidence to keep going.
But, most of all, I want to thank you for reading. Not only my work but all those wonderful stories woven by wonderful authors that have touched your hearts. We couldn't do it without you.
Thank you, dear Reader, and, as inadequate as the words may be, I mean them from the bottom of my heart.