Sick and tired of feeling sick and tired. Doctor upped my meds but guess what? That still means I get at least another month of feeling like this. I couldn’t even make it through half of the day at work. Sometimes I wish I could just disappear until I feel better.
Just keep swimming, just keep swimming, it’s hard but just keep swimming…
The most wonderful thing I hear is people coming up and saying ‘Thank you for my childhood’, which still blows my mind but is very sweet.
A woman who hates you is playing the pianoforte.
You have five hundred a year. From who? Five hundred what? No one knows. No one cares. You have it. It’s yours. Every year. All five hundred of it.
A charming man attempts to flirt with you. This is terrible.
You are in a garden, and you are astonished."
I’ve been getting a lot of these lately, and I guess I just want you all to know what I think when I read them.
A lot of the music has had to be cut—for the obvious copyright reasons, but also for reasons of letting the story stand on its own two proverbial feet. Upon reflection, I found that there were parts of the story where it relied too heavily on (or even was completely dictated by) the music, and when you want to keep your readers as engaged and “in the loop” as possible, you have to make sacrifices to certain things.
That said, I’ll be posting the revised playlist over on my pro blog when the book launches. With some new songs and a much more palatable length of 20-ish songs rather than 100, it’s my hope that readers will still feel that they get a special “DVD extra” to enhance their reading experience :)
Dear lord, that SONG.
Thank you for this. After a terrifically boring day at work (seriously, watching paint dry would have been more stimulating), this is the little lift that I needed.
Love right back to you, old friend xo
Thank you so much for such a wonderful message! And honey, don’t be embarrassed at all—messages like this are any writer’s sustenance! YOU are wonderful and I love you right back :)