So. I’m starting to hear back from readers who’ve received ARCs of The Given both here and on Facebook/Twitter, and though I always answer and share my gratitude and thanks, I feel like the depth of that gets a little lost when I say it so much.
Seriously. Thank you.
I mean, I crave this exact connection so much that I’ll lock myself alone in a room for hours with just the voices in my head, and that connection becomes tangible when you reach out to let me know that I’ve done my job and somehow touched you with that pile of words.
Here’s an extreme example of how this sort of thing really is quid pro quo. This is Jessica. She first came to see me when I went on tour in LA at the Dark Delicacies bookstore. Take note, the girl is a dead ringer for Kit Craig:
Turns out, Jess is also a performer, an artist, and that she made this dress herself — and she has since gone on to recreate the dresses from all three of the covers. Gobsmacked. That’s me. Even now that we chat regularly via Facebook, I’m still awed daily by her talent, how full of life she is, and by how scary her dreams can be. (Seriously, you think my mind is strange? Sheesh.) And here is a shot of us together at that first meeting. Love at first sight? Yeah. Kinda.
And here’s some cuteness from when she was creating the look from the second dress (whom, by the way, she has named Ava.):
Again, us together. Since she looked the part at last year’s signing in Vegas, I had her do a dramatic reading with me. I read Grif’s parts, and she read Kit’s. She was, of course, fabulous.
And that brings us to this year. She documents her struggles to bring Harlow to life on her blog (yup, she named this dress, too) and while I’m not sure if I’ll be seeing her this year due to her schedule, I can’t wait to see her in this dress.
Here’s all three of her babies together:
Follow Jess on her blog, The Magic Garment Ride, just because you want this bright light in your life.
As this has turned out to be a very public love letter to Jess — whom I really can’t thank enough for entering my life (I love you, girl!) — please know that you don’t have to do all this to get my attention.
Those Facebook posts do not fall on deaf ears. I remember every last word.