Dear Anon,

My sweetest friend, you are my ideal reader. Let’s just get that out of the way. You are playful. You are serious. You are gregarious. You are sincere.

I write for myself first, but then for you. I write to tell you my pain, and what brings me joy.  I want to share both, to get relief from the former and to please you with the latter.

I’m also a bit of a dork, and you’re either willing to put up with that or join me on the way. (Let’s just be dorks together. I’ll be Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy, and you can be Pinkie Pie and Rarity. We’ll have lots of fun. I can bring the cotton candy.)

I like to write science fiction, and I like to write fantasy, and I like to write romance. I don’t know what I’m really good at, but that’s what I like.

I blog here because I like that, too. I like talking to the air. I amuse myself. I hope to amuse or inform or otherwise help you, dear reader.

Dear Anon.

I want you to go all one-clicky over my books, and I’m going to work hard to get you there.

Do you trust me?