Happy Father’s Day to the two best fathers I know — my dad and my husband. My dad made me this paperweight from a rock out of his garden and a some gold paint, to remind me every day that what I do matters. I may not be published yet, but he believes in me.
My dad set a pretty high bar, but I still managed to get knocked up by a pretty awesome guy who has been the best father to my children I could have asked for. He’s patient, kind, playful, generous, and on top of all that, he’s my best friend. In fact, he was my best friend years before he was ever anything more.
What does any of this have to do with writing? Nothing and everything. Both of these fantastic fathers support and encourage me, each in their own ways, but they also provide me with a solid foundation of what fathers and love interests should be in the stories I write.