
And if you’ve ever watched the Emmys or the Oscars, you know why. It’s tough watching some of those winners stumble through their special, most exciting moment of their careers not able to articulate the thanks they know they owe to so many people.
All this got me to thinking about how it doesn’t matter whether a writer wins. The same people deserve a heartfelt, public thanks for supporting a writing career. Not matter how much we promote the illusion of the solitary writer laboring all alone in her office, no writer does this alone. It seems unlikely that I’ll stand on the stage and accept an award next Saturday, but if I do, I’ll feel as if an enormous crowd is standing up there with me.
Last year I wrote a speech “just in case” when Love Redeemed was a finalist. I never gave that speech. So I’ve decided to give my speech for this year’s Carol Award in advance because no matter what happens these people made it possible for me to write this book—to write all my published books. They have been with me through thick and thin, rejection and success, heartbreak and celebration. No matter what happens, I’m blessed to have them in my life. I want them to know how much I appreciate them each and every day, not just on gala night. So here goes:

My agent Mary Sue Seymour, without whom I would not be a published writer, was with me every step of the way. She passed away earlier this year so it’s bittersweet to even think about going to the gala without her. She took me on when I was unpublished. She stayed with me for years when it seemed I would never get a contract. She urged me to write outside my comfort zone and it has paid off in unimaginable ways. She was an eternally optimistic, kind, generous person. I miss her.
My editor Becky Monds at Zondervan/HarperCollins is a gem. She sees the trees and the forest. She has an unerring eye for what a story needs. Her advice and support and encouragement are invaluable. She polishes the rough off, letting the beauty shine through. The Beekeeper’s Son would be a much poorer story without her touch.

Because of that, I’m packing my suitcase and heading to Nashville for a writing conference, looking forward to the fun of being a finalist in the Carol Awards and knowing that no matter what happens, I’ve made great friends and learned important things about writing and about life.
I would remiss if I didn’t mention all the readers who buy my books and read them. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
So many more could be mentioned and should be mentioned, but the ACFW folks said to keep it to sixty seconds. How is that possible?
I’m eternally grateful to my God and Savior, who has blessed me with this writing life, my family, and these friends. All good things come from Him and my cup overflows. I can’t wait to report back after the conference. Talk to y’all then.
