It’s almost the end of the year, and so I wanted to take a moment to reflect on and be thankful for some of the things that keep me going, even when it seems like the world might be ending.
So here we go, in no particular order.
- Waking up next to Mark each morning. Just seeing him makes me happy, even after 26 years together. He just fits with me.
- My family, especially my Mom and Dad, who never stop believing that I could be the next J.K. Rowling, even when it seems more likely I’ll be the next Phil Whothefuckisphil. Special call-out to Terry, Dave, Lerri and Rebecca.
- Our friends who drop everything when we need them, and who know we’ll do the same for them.
- My writing community, especially the close few who always have my back, and who I can run to and scream and cry when things suck.
- Specifically, Angel Martinez. You know why.
- My publishers Mischief Corner Books and Dreamspinner/DSPP, who make it possible for me to get my books out to the world.
- My weird writer brain, which never stops coming up with interesting ideas for me to pursue in my fiction, even when I really want to sleep.
- The Lavender Library, an unparalleled queer library here in Sacramento that hosts our quarterly Queer Sacramento Authors Collective readings (and yes they take donations of money and books)
- The RuPaul’s Drag Race December marathon, which made it possible to shut out the nasty political world for five straight days this month.
- And finally, long showers, a cheery fireplace, a thick soft blanket, and a comfy bed. And did I mention Mark in it?
Those are some of the people, places and things that make my life worthwhile. How about you?