Merry
Christmas Eve, everyone!
Whether
or not you celebrate Christmas, some other winter holiday, or just close your
eyes and pretend you don’t see the Salvation Army guy at your grocery story (I
always pretend to be on my phone), I hope you’re enjoying the season! If you’re not, I’m including a picture of my
Christmas tree, anyway. Sorry. I’m selfish and I think it’s pretty.
Sooooooo.
. . . . Thankfulness, gratitude, and
giving.
Good
themes, and extremely easy for me to speak of at the moment. And, lucky for you, and very atypical of me,
I will be able to keep it brief.
Consider it a Christmas miracle right in front of your eyes.

I
wouldn’t have this opportunity if it weren’t for Eric Arvin. It was through his kindness and suggestion a
few years ago that I submitted my constantly rejected manuscripts to
Dreamspinner and they saw something in me that no one else had. That or they were desperate. Honestly, I’ll take either. Without Eric, I
wouldn’t even be in the place to write this blog on thankfulness.
Despite
my brief years in MM, the past sixth months in our little community has been
hard. Lots of drama. Lots vileness. Lots of love, too, but it’s easy to
overlook. However, my rose colored
glasses are back on, and I couldn’t be happier about it. We’ve been doing a fundraiser to help Eric
get a machine that will move his body for him, which could make his life so
much better. Though I personally felt the fundraiser started slowly, it caught
on and people truly showed up. They once again, writers, readers, bloggers,
and artists alike, joined hands and said, “Yes, we can do this! We will lay down the drama, join our powerful
hands together and create and show love.” I could not be more grateful.
For
every one of you who gave a dime, shared a link, or offered a plea to the
universe/God/whomever, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
So, now my giveaway:
I have a new novel coming out in January. The Imperfection of Swans. I’ll include a link and such below.

How
do you like that? I tell you how
thankful I am, and then ask you to give money.
I know. I’m evil.
But,
I love you! Merry Christmas!
Brandon
Witt
Swans’
blurb:

Extensive renovations to the brownstone, an affair
with his ex-husband, family drama with his mothers, and the anxiety of
significant life changes push Kevin to the brink of a nervous breakdown. In the
midst of stress and uncertainty, Casper becomes more than a business partner, a
mutual attraction that adds another layer of intensity and risk.
With their dreams on the verge of reality, Kevin
and Casper must find the courage to face the stress of managing their
attraction, the gamble of a new business venture, and the resurgence of Kevin’s
personal demons.
Brandon's Bio:
Brandon
Witt's outlook on life is greatly impacted by his first eighteen years of
growing up gay in a small town in the Ozarks, as well as fifteen years as a
counselor and special education teacher for students with severe emotional
disabilities. Add to that his obsession with corgis and mermaids, then factor
in an unhealthy love affair with cheeseburgers, and you realize that with all
those issues, he's got plenty to write about....
Wishing you a great Christmas season and I hope next year will see things get easier for you and for Eric. And that picture of your tree - wow, it is gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteI hope this machine helps Eric. I've been following his story and it's very sad. I hope in the mhm ewe year he will be more mobile and continue with his writing. I hope the new year is good to you.
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