That being said, 2016 WAS a difficult year. There were so many curveballs that made me have to think quick, on my feet, and replan. So many hopes I had that fizzled out, rejections to weather, and some really significant deaths as well, of a friend earlier in the year and then later my grandfather.
Writing has always been my solace, my way of processing, and my way of fighting, and because of all the external things, I think I had one of my most productive years. Most of the Philadelphia Coven Chronicles books were written this year, and I wrote like I was running out of time (thanks, Hamilton), perhaps because of all the death experienced, of all the loss my friends and family also suffered.
In 2016, we bore witness to some ugly realities–war, death, hatred, so very, very much hatred. And I’d be lying if I didn’t say it shaped me and affected the way I want to write from here on out. I’m proudly feminist, but I wasn’t doing my part in diversity in my earlier works–that changes from here on out. I’m going to write books that defy boundaries, that defeat prejudice, and that show people how to love again–how to hope. Lofty words, so you’d better all hold me to it. I’m writing the stories I love, but with a renewed purpose and with a renewed vigor to fight in 2017 in my own way.
As for you, my lovely friends and readers, I want to thank you from the very depths of my heart. You were the light to my dark days, the reminder that someone IS listening, the support and spark I needed to keep writing and coming up with stories when I had a tough time. I love your enthusiasm, I love your comments on my site, and I value each and every one of you. I am overfilled with gratitude for you all.
2016 was a rough year, and we may have rough times to come, but I always have hope for a better future, for one that we can create ourselves, here and now.