I am thinking about re-releasing two of my out of print books from almost 20 years ago. I was re-reading the dedications and it reminded me of how many people are involved with getting a book from my head out into the world.
I’ve been thinking a lot about all the work publishers do now that I’m trying to self-publish, but that’s after the story has been put on the page. Before that, there are all the people who make it possible for me to write. First and foremost, my husband who listens to me when I bounce ideas around randomly. He also gives me the space to write. It’s not as hard as it was when my kids were little, but there are still plenty of things I could be doing around the house instead of writing.
There’s also the support from my writing friends, who listen as I whine and whine and whine. The first publishers and editors who took a chance on me, and in all honesty, probably never made much money off my writing, were awesome and I can’t thank them enough. My adult daughters are now my cheerleaders, and my mom and sisters have always been my biggest fans. I don’t for one second doubt how blessed I am.
I am so thankful for the village of people, old and new, who help me do something I love.