I started this book for a number of wrong reasons. I spent years trying to fix them and failing to find the spark I needed to finish. Eventually I lost my passion for it and this story was tossed into a trunk, doomed to hang over my head as a story I loved but couldn’t finish.
That changed when I went to my first WisCon in Madison, WI. Sitting in the audience, I realized I found people who saw things like me. It was like coming home. At the same time, I had an epiphany of what I needed to find the passion for this story again.
For that, I dedicate this novel to all the people who work hard to make WisCon possible, both the con staff and those speaking up at the panels. Without you, I would have never found the love for this story again.