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Acknowledgements |
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For my wife, Pen, who has always had the utmost faith in me, no matter
what boneheaded plan I might devise. Thanks for everything--especially the
sex. (Ooh, I'm in trouble now!) To my kids, Ryan and Chantel, because if I don't mention them and God forbid I should become wildly successful, they'll sue later in life for mental cruelty or something, and write nasty, tell-all books. To Ken (Dad), Ella (Mom), Janet (Sis), and James (Bro). See above. For John Beslanwitch at Forwriters.com, and all the folks on his Writer's Notebook forum. They were my first guide into the world of writing and publishing when I didn't know any better. To the folks at the OWW, who made me think maybe I could actually do this. This is all your fault. To the Sock Monkey Parade: Keri Arthur, Jan Corso, Lisa Deguchi, Charlie Finlay, Caroline Heske, Marsha Sisolak, Jason Venter, Karin Lowachee, and Steve Nagy. The best crit group ever, even if they're all famous authors/editors/publishers now, and I'm not. (I never could get the dang handshake down.) To Deanna Hoak, who shoved my novel in the face of every agent and publisher she knew, just because. To Kelly Morisseau and Jenni Smith Gaynor--the other thirds of Three Peas in a Pod, for all your support, caffeinated perkiness, and for smacking me down when I got uppity. To all my LJ friends, for all your support, well wishes, and entertainment value. And once again to Charlie Finlay. The best long-distance friend a guy ever had. Don't believe any of the slash you may have read. |