Her face glowed bright against the shadowy background of the car’s interior. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Fiona Ng watched her reflection in the passenger-side window. I love and miss you all, even when you annoy me. Your enduring support, your enthusiasm for the work, and your continued return to the page to relive old stories or dive into new, inspires and motivates me and allows me to keep doing what I love.įor my family – the giant, boisterous mess of laughter, banter, love, and tradition that largely informed and inspired the McElroy family. Thank you to the Ylva team for continuing to champion queer writers and our stories, and for your hard work and dedication in making sure those stories are available to anyone seeking them (there are so many of us).įinally, thank you to all my readers, those of you who’ve been with me for years and those of you who are picking up the work for the first time.
I so appreciate your advice and guidance every step of the way, even when you ask me to slaughter my darlings.
Thank you to my editor, Michelle Aguilar, for your dedication to making each story I tell as effective as it can be. I know we will continue writing it even long after we run out of ink and words. No love story has ever moved me as ours has. Thank you to my wife for supporting and loving me, for encouraging me every day to keep pursuing my dreams and to be brave enough to always wear my heart on my sleeve.
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