My bad!

Oops. I made a big boo-boo.
Last week, I shared my top ten list of things for which I am most grateful as an author. But soon after I finished writing, I realized that I forgot to include a very important group of people -- my readers.
While there's no excuse for such an egregious omission, perhaps it's understandable. After all, there's so much for authors to do; writing, revising, rewriting, finding an agent, getting an editor and landing a publishing deal or navigating the labyrinths of self-publishing. Then there's marketing, marketing, marketing, social networking ...and more marketing.
It's way too easy to get caught up in the madness, and way too easy to forget why we've chosen such a hard road in the first place. Are we doing it all for ourselves? For our friends and families? Are we doing it for catharsis? To help others? To educate, inform or entertain? In pursuit of our dreams? For fame or fortune?
To be sure, our reasons for writing, or more accurately, our reasons for becoming published authors, are vast and varied. But truth be told, without the people who are kind and generous enough to read our work, none of it really matters.
So to all of the people who have chosen to read my book, and those who support indie authors in general, I extend my heartfelt thanks and best wishes for safe and joyous holidays.
Until next time, "That's life..."