This weekend, as I worked on Insatiable with a box of tissues on one side and my notes on the other, I was thinking on the dedication and acknowledgments.
You see, none of us gets to where we are without community.
Tracy Williams was one of those people. She read and critted every single one of my books. She was my friend and my support and she died last year of breast cancer. Cancer she’d fought for years as she beat it back only to have it return again, even stronger. And still she stood up and fought. She told me, when she’d received the final news that there would be no more beating it, that all she wanted was one last Christmas with her children. I spoke with her last just after Thanksgiving of 2008. She was unlike anyone else I knew, funny, smart, a romance reader, a woman who faced what to many would be insurmountable obstacles but damn it, she kept getting up and standing tall because that was who she was. She never lost her humor, even as she spent more time in the hospital than out of it, even as her lungs filled with tumors, as the cancer spread. I do hope very much that her children know how much she loved them for who they are.
I bring this up because I learned today that Kate Duffy – a woman I admired greatly and was, in no small amount of awe of (scared too!), lost her own battle with cancer. Kate Duffy meant a lot to romance. She was a huge, powerful force in the world. She wasn’t my editor, but she edited a lot of authors I love, her fingerprints were all over our genre in ways that we’ll be feeling for a long time to come.
Rest in peace, Kate and Tracy – and know you touched the world in ways people will never forget.