Your writing is an aspiration I crave to reach. I love the way you bend words into emotion and paint pictures one letter at a time. I truly and wholly hope to come even a hair-width's length closer to the level at which your spin stories like thread. I am just now, at this very moment, dipping my fingers into the third book of Bad Moon, and once that is finished, I will be reading your other works.
In my drafts is a work I have been callously avoiding for days and weeks and even months now, afraid to even post the first chapter, fearing the inability in my bones to deliver updates regularly, if at all. You give me a deep rumbling hope that I can spin words to scenes of emotion some day, maybe soon. I'm terrible at starting things, and ending them. Though, that long restless and constant effort of work in the middle of it all is a silent and continuous steed that rarely breaks for rest.
Some day, I want to write even remotely as beautifully as you do. You are idol, and I respect you for standing tall and making your way through hardships for the sake of not only yourself, but your readers and fans too.
Thank you for being you, in all your godly - wordy - talented - self. Thank you.