Why do I write? Not for money or fame. Not even to satisfy my creative urges. I write because my sister sends me a box of Godiva chocolates every time I sell a book.
I sold my third romance novel a couple of months ago, but only recently finished revising it. The manuscript was packed off to my editor last Friday; my Godivas arrived yesterday.
In a little while I'm going to steep a pot of fragrant Earl Gray tea, select one or two pieces of chocolate art, and think nice thoughts about my sister as I enjoy her gift.
Thank you, Skeezicks. Again.