Howdy, reader-folk. If your personal space boundaries are sufficiently relaxed, c’mon in for a hug. It’s really just a big thank-you, but there’s so much thankfulness that it’s leaking around the edges of the letters.
See, it’s Labor Day weekend, and I received my first-ever royalty statement. That’s a crazy-weird sentence that doesn’t make sense to me yet. I write oodles of fiction because I enjoy writing, but the idea of getting paid for it is still novel, if you’ll pardon the pun. (Or not — I’m an unrepentant punner.)
There’s so much potential reading material out there marked like a litter of kittens in a cardboard box — free to a good home — that it humbles me to know readers are willing to take a chance on a new author. For everyone who bought Playing the Game (Neighborly Affection #1), I hope the investment was worth it for you, not only in money but also in time spent reading.
But since you all deserve a more substantial thank-you than an internet hug, I wrote a short story peeking into the future of Henry, Alice, and Jay’s relationship. It’ll be available in a free anthology this fall. When I have a firm date, you’ll be the first to know.