I don’t like writing long, sappy authors notes, but clicking “Complete” on this story is making me kind of, well, sappy.
When I started reading fan fiction over a year ago, I never thought I had enough creativity to actually write something of my own. But I tried, and it actually kind of turned out ok. I want to thank everyone who gave Running for Home a chance. Thank you for reading, reccing, reviewing, chatting with me on Twitter, commenting on the blog, and adding the story and me to favorites and alerts! You have all made this a very rewarding experience.
A super special thanks to my beta IngenueFic. She did amazing work on the train wreck chapters I wrote. This story wouldn’t be half as good without her very constructive criticism. She has taught me a lot and I am a better writer because of it. I luff her even though she probably wants to tear my unnecessary commas from the page and beat me over the head with them. If you aren’t reading her stories, you should give them a shot. Her stories are creative and she writes beautifully.
Much love to my prereaders and RL h00rs, BadlyBitten and Twink423. Without them Edward would be less pervy and more mushy, if that’s even possible. :)
Do you want a pretty little copy of RfH? Send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org.
I know, I know, I know. Quit yapping and get to the epilogue.
I sign my name on the digital signature pad and thank the UPS driver as he hoists the large package marked “Next Day Air” on all sides into my arms.
“Last name?” he asks.
“Thanks. Have a Merry Christmas.”
I carry the large cardboard box into the living room and take a seat on the couch, smiling when I notice it was sent from Florida. The packing tape tears off easily, and I pull open the top of the box.
Eddie peeks up at me.
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