Happy Anniversary to Me!

 Well, here we are, folks – the fourth anniversary of the initial publication of The Disposable! Happy Anniversary to me! :)

I honestly can’t stress enough how proud I am to have all four books of my “trilogy” out there in the world for people to read and (hopefully) enjoy. Though those people are currently rather few in number – spread the word! Tell your friends! Write a review! Please? ;p – I appreciate every single person who has taken a chance on reading my daft but serious books and have their own versions of Fodder, Flirt, Shoulders, Dullard and Pleasance lurking in the Realm of their own imagination. I’m so happy to know they now live outside of just mine. :)

And despite the fact I’m hardly winning any awards, I would like to do a few thank yous. I would like to thank my lovely family for simply existing, because by doing so they make my world a much better place. I would very much like to thank my best friend, who has lived these stories with me from the day I started planning them and provided a much needed sounding board and stupidity checker over the years. I would like to thank the friends and family who have done their best to spread the word and encourage people to give my stories a go. But the major thank you has to go to my lovely publishers at Thinklings Books, who took a chance on publishing a strange British woman and her nutty books while trying to run a small business in a time of COVID and have stuck with me and my books throughout, even though they weren’t exactly setting any publication records. And they’ve done it whilst also being very nice people. :)

So, as I sit here, staring at my novels sitting on the shelf opposite me, I find myself very proud. I may not have achieved storming levels of success – but hey, there’s still time! ;) – but to simply be able to hold a tangible copy of the world I created in my hands is such a beautiful thing. And whatever happens going forward, that’s all I ever wanted. :)

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