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My sister-in-law called me last night, totally jazzed because I’d sent her a signed book. I mean, she was THIRLLED. She wasn’t my sister-in-law anymore, who has known me since I was fifteen years old, she was a fan.

I was humbled. Truly. In that moment, all the stress and pressure cleared and I remember what I write books for—the readers. Because first and foremost I’m a reader too. I love books, I speak the language of books. If I meet a stranger and we’ve read the same book—we have an instant connection.

Probably one of the things that surprised me as an author is all the things that are out of our control. Pressure often builds to promote, to get reviews, to connect with book buyers for the large chains; to…the list is endless. And it can make you crazy.

It can make us forget why we write. And who is really important.

Not the reviewers, not the book buyers for the stores, not the media. Sure they all have their place in the process. But it’s the FANS that are important. The readers. All those other people, the reviewers, the buyers—they are all doing it for the fans too. Buyers for the big stores and bookstores want to pick the books that readers love and will snatch off the shelves in record time. They all want to please the fans.

So last night when my sister-in-law called, telling me about her life with all the normal daily stresses and then how much the book brightened her day—it just slammed home to me. I do this for the fans. It’s all about YOU.

And, of course, I have to add that Brava Fans Rock!