Here I am, writing this section and I’m bawling. Usually by this time, I’m numb. Sleepless nights. The ease of one pressure, knowing a different pressure will soon replace it, and when the acknowledgements arrive, my mind is mush. Usually. I worry about who I’m forgetting to thank, or who I need to mention, or who might not even read this part, but I should still add. All of it just swirls into one big mess inside, but this book is different.
I have never felt so much pressure or received such fierce opinions about a book until Logan’s book, and the reason for this is Logan himself. He’s been loved and protected by so many readers. Logan is loved by others as much as I love him, and I sincerely thank everyone for that. I tried to write a book to give him justice, and I hope I achieved it.
