This is the time of year that I generally reflect on the past twelve months: what I’ve done, and what I’d like to do better. It’s kind of like New Year for me–it’s when I make my resolutions and set my goals, and think about the things I’m grateful for. This is partly because my birthday is at the end of the month (goodbye, thirties, you’ve been–interesting) but now it’s also because it’s time for the World Fantasy Convention. That’s where Sandra, John, Erika, Morgan and I met for the first time. (It’s also where Sandra and Doug Cohen introduced me to the man who would become my husband. Thanks again for that, guys.) WFC is where I rebooted my life, and made such amazing friends. Some couldn’t be there in 2009–like Adam, my first Twitter writing friend, and Wendy, who would soon meet Sandra at World Horror–and others came later, like Jaym, Andy, and Galen.
One year after we met, Sandra proposed this blog, the Inkpunks. We had helped each other so much on this journey of becoming writers, editors, and creators–her idea that we work together to try to help others was a natural extension of what we’d found in each other.
My life has changed dramatically in the two years that I’ve known the people who would become the Inkpunks–it’s better, richer, busier, more full of love and deadlines than I ever dreamed possible. It’s full of writing and reading, of learning and giving back, of family and Inkpunks and you.
We know each other now, at least a little bit, and we didn’t before. How rad is that?
Thank you for your comments and retweets, and for approaching me at cons (and please continue to!) Thanks for sympathizing when the writing isn’t going right, and for the woots and grats on those rare occasions that it does. Thanks for your offers of help and cat pictures on the bad days.
Tomorrow we’ll return to a less sappy, more helpful blog format, with the first of a two-part guest post from Nebula-nominated author Vylar Kaftan. But for today, I just wanted to say: However you found us, thank you for sticking around. You are a big part of what I’m grateful for as the first year of Inkpunks–and my own personal year–draws to a close.