Last night I went to the management Christmas party for work. An informal get-together for the management team which the office director hosts as a thank you for all of the hard work during the year. I won’t get into the reasons as to why it is only the management team and not the entire office, except to say there are valid reasons. It is a fun time to enjoy each other’s company outside of the work environment and not talk about work.
I’m not going to discuss the party other than to say a good time was had by all, but wanted to share a moment which was special to me. The office director has two daughters, one of which is in my target reader age group. She read Misfit McCabe when it was first out and had shared with several of her friends. So, being the season of giving, I brought a copy of the newly released Nowhere Feels Like Home for her to read. She wasn’t there when I arrived, so the book was put in her room. When she did arrive we chatted and I let her know I brought the sequel and her face lit up. As an author I don’t think anything can top the feeling I get when someone is delighted at the thought of reading what I wrote. She even told her parents how excited she was to have something new to read. A simple moment, although brief in duration, will not soon be forgotten. So now, I’m walking on air and have a renewed enthusiasm to get the next book in the series underway. By giving the gift, I got one I can cherish in return.