dear mine,

thanks for putting up with me and my story for three years. it’s definitely not over yet, but I thought I’d pause and say thanks. you’ve done so much to make my life conducive to writing. you clean, you cook, you do all those domestic things I hate to. you bring me snacks and drinks before I realize I need them. you fetch me blankets warm out of the dryer and you buy me costumes when I need to better understand a character. you put up with my ramblings and my long silences. you’ve inspired me as a writer, and you inspired so much of this particular story.

I’m so lucky to have a muse who also happens to make a mean fried egg. <3

you mean the world to me. what’s next? it’s your turn.

love,
yours