A month or so ago, a group of independent authors from all over the world got together and organized an international event, spearheaded by Darcia Helle (Quiet Fury books). We ran a month-long holiday giveaway event, with the authors offering up their books as prizes to the lucky winners, whose names were drawn at random. When the winners names were revealed, we sent them their prize. Right after Christmas, I duly mailed off my mystery book, MADNESS AND MURDER to the lucky winner, thought no more about it, and went about my daily life, busy and often impatient.
What a nice surprise it was this morning to receive an email from my winner with a couple of lines to thank me for the book and let me know how much she enjoyed it. How much she’s looking forward to my next one. Of course, I love hearing that someone enjoyed my book, but the fact I don’t know her and she took the time to write to me impressed me, and meant a lot. It made me think about the times when I haven’t taken the proper time to say thanks, or let someone know when they did something well, even folk I know very well.
We’ve all got more to do these days then we’ve ever had before, and sometimes it makes us rude and intolerant. Being busy is great, but it’s no excuse for poor manners. Well, it’s still January, so it’s not too late to make a new resolution. I resolve to be less impatient and remember to say “thanks.”