It’s Just Like Christmas!
That’s how I felt as I ripped open the box containing copies of “Tender Cuts.”
“You knew what was in the box, Jayne, so it wasn’t really like Christmas,” you may say.
“But ah,” I respond. “I was an incorrigible snooper as a child.”
The only difference is I didn’t have to fake excitement at receiving yet another gift of socks from grandma. This time the excitement was real.
And I actually cried. Me, who only cries when a pet dies. Or a loved one. Depending on how much they were actually loved. I cried as I held my words on pages I didn’t type myself. I cried because a publisher believed in these stories enough to take a chance on them.
Writing is a long, lonely slough through territory thick with brambles. It’s easy to get caught up in negativity and be tempted to give up. I’m a Taurus so I’m stubborn, but no one makes it alone. Throughout the process of writing these stories, I’ve been blessed with a generous, supportive writing community. And I am so grateful.
Beautiful! Thank you, Hayne, and congratulations with a big brava, the cover alone is wonderful. Dig inside next for me.
Beautiful! Thank you, Jayne, with congratulations and brava. The cover alone is wonderful and I’m eager to dig inside.
Beautiful! Thank you, Hayne, and congratulations with a big brava, the cover alone is wonderful. Dig inside next for me.
I am beyond proud of you, and know the victory of satisfaction it gives. I’ve known you were a brilliant writer ever since I hired you to write a script oh-those-many-years-ago. I celebrate you and love you! Dee
Thanks so much, Dee. Such an interesting journey. Love you!