I couldn’t get online during Thanksgiving. So here’s my “What I’m Thankful For” post a couple days late. Big whoop, wanna fight about it?
I’ve been writing since I was five. I’ve been begging people to read my stuff for roughly the same period of time. Yes, I’ve been writing since I was five. Okay, I’ve been using various mediums to tell a story since I was five, which may or may not have been writing at various times in my life.
The point is, I’ve been writing for a long time. In that time, I’ve acquired readers. People who liked or didn’t like what I have written. People who have encouraged or discouraged me. The people who discouraged me have stopped mattering to me. But I’ve never forgotten the people who encouraged me.
A reader isn’t necessarily someone who paid to read my work. They are the people who have read my work and took the time to give me feedback, whether it was how much they enjoyed it, or what they thought I could do to improve it. Readers are not the people who said, “You should really have a good long think about whether or not you want to do this for a living.”
If you are, or were one of my readers, thank you.