20 years ago I was diagnosed with severe depression and panic disorder and nearly gave up.

10 years ago I was in massive debt and dropped by my publisher and told to give up.

Today I am pleased I never gave up. (Don’t give up.)

I still have mental health issues, btw. There is no magic cure. My point is that perseverance, based on inner determination in the face of external life shit, sometimes pays off.

And by the way, I didn’t start writing fiction DESPITE of a breakdown but BECAUSE of it. When you are depressed and agoraphobic you need a job you can do from the sofa.

Anyway this is a long way of saying thank you to readers who have helped me over the years from the ground up. Thanks for reading my stories and spreading the word. I owe you so much. Happy Sunday!