For the love of reading.

I love reading.
I want to predicate this post with that. I love reading. I started writing because I love reading and I wanted to be a small part of that world. I was once asked if I fell into a Twilight Zone world where I had to choose between reading and writing, where I could only do one or the other forever, which would I choose. That’s easy, I would choose reading. I love writing, but reading is everything.
With that said I wanted to write this short post because today I was doing some editing for my fourth novel and I hit a particular chapter, and dang, I got goosebumps. I don’t want to try to come off as arrogant or something, please don’t take it that way. I wanted to tell you readers and writers about that because it was a reminder of why I write. Why I stay up late and sacrifice time, effort, and money into this craft. I do this for the reading. I have been struggling for a while with school and writing and work but this reminded me that I am writing because I love reading.
Have a great Christmas and holiday season you guys.
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