If it wasn’t for the support of my daughter and son-in-law, and if it wasn’t for the understanding, patience and encouragement of my grandchildren, I wouldn’t be able to participate in the mystery community.
I’ve been giving a great deal of thought to this while I work on my acknowledgements for the DEADLY SOLUTION, which I think has a longer word count than the first chapter. At first, I thought: who am I going to acknowledge? I wrote it. I researched it. Where is everyone when I’m pounding on the keyboard day and night.
Indulging me, that’s where they are. And there is loving support from all over the mystery community for new writers. I’m sure there is an element of competition; I’m neither young nor naïve. But I don’t see it with the writers I’ve had the privilege of knowing.
So in this season of giving thanks, I am thankful for my genetically-related family, who put up with me and read for me, for my Alaskan family, those friends I’ve come to know in the past three decades, you know who you are, even the legal community who provides so much fodder for drama and comedy, and the editors and the beta readers and the publishers and all those agents and publishers that rejected my work but took the time to tell me why.
And my high school English teacher who told me I should write. She could have just been trying to keep me occupied so I wouldn’t talk to the guy sitting behind me, but I took her seriously.
Thanks to you all.
Mysteristas, what about you — who pushed, pulled, and/or supported you in this crazy adventure?