It's been a helluva ride this November.
Through work crises, the death of a fellow employee, Thanksgiving in TinyTown, a trip to a conference in Indy, a visit from my parents and being lost in Shawneetown, somehow I've managed to squeak out a novel.
It's not very good, but it's mine.
And it's DONE.
I'd be remiss without a few thank yous...
Thanks, as always, to my parents for their support and encouragement, and for being willing to leave Thanksgiving two days early so that I could write.
Thanks for Jen, for her dares, her snarky emails, and for kicking my ass in the wordcount until the end. Sorry there wasn't room for more bondage. ;-)
Thanks to De, for reading every word I write and encouraging me along the way.
And thanks to all the nameless, faceless readers who enjoy what I put on the page. You are the reason I write.
Until next year...