A few readers have sent me photos of them, taken while reading Dying for Revenge. I really enjoy seeing them, so if you are willing to share (and permit me to post), send them along.
This one is of my sister-in-law, Jeannie. Her husband sent it with the note that he was anxiously waiting for her to finish so he could read it as well. Isn't family great? I wonder whether my big brothers (13 and 15 years my senior) realize that all those stories they read to me as a child helped form me as a writer?
And that the little rocker that one of them bought for me out of his lunch money that still graces my office? I used to sit in it and look at picture books by the hour.
You know what makes a writer? A reader, that's what makes a writer.
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