I’m looking out my window at a snow-dusted pine forrest. Beautiful. Peaceful. And, oddly, warm. I’m reminded of the feelings we all share as readers when we pick up a good book; of the loving words so many of you have shared with me for the offbeat bits of ‘Joy’ I try to send your way. The ‘comfort’ of old book-friends. The ‘tidings’ of a possible world filled with love, understanding, and peace. The meeting of hearts and minds. T’is the season, my sister trees. Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and sweet hugs to every one of you!
Dear Dara Joy,
I miss your work terribly. Are you writing under any other names? Occasionally, I will read a book and the humor strikes me…and I wonder if somehow it is you under another name. (wishful thinking?)
Ever write any M/M romance?
Best wishes for the new year!
Sincerely,
Laura Zarek
PS I will be lending out all the printed books I have from you to a teen who adores funny romances (I dragged your books with me to China when I moved here four years ago…prior to Kindle lol)