Shattered Girls (Broken Dolls Book 2) (29 page)

Oh yep. Here are the acknowledgements. Get ready for an Oscar-style thank you speech.

Firstly I want to thank everyone at Curiosity Quills for making my dream come true. Lisa (no, not the backstabbing character in the story) has been an absolute angel, forever encouraging and supporting me.

John Hudspith. Ah, boy. What can I say about the editor who knows just how crazy I am? I am SO lucky to have stumbled across this man. John has experienced the inner musings of my fickle mind; he has travelled with cannily corseted Gypsies, survived a man-eating library, took on a female cat burglar, and lived as a broken doll. Lumbering through poor word choices and battling nonsensical descriptions, he has taught me how to write good ‘n’ stuff. The poor bugger.

To my awesome Stepping Out students and Glee parents, thank you for putting a smile on my face every day. You kindly tell me how I’ve changed your lives and made your children shine…when really, it’s all of you who have changed my life. When I first opened the doors I had no idea how important you’d be. I wake up excited to go to work. Sorry kids: lame teacher moment. I’ll make up for it by unbanning “Let It Go” in 2017.

Christine and Dr. Jon, aka Nanny and
Da. I couldn’t ask for better grandparents. Da’s love of fantasy is the reason why I write. He is the smartest man I have ever met and I appreciate every second I have with him. He legitimately knows everything about everything, except for the Kardashians, but he doesn’t lose points for that. I will always look up to my one in a billion grandfather.

Nanny; my little fat mermaid. As a child you showed me how to draw, how to create pretty little dolls and how to lie to your husband when you break the swing. You’ve always been an inspiration and my own personal therapist. Thank you for showing me what I’ll be like in 47 years (aka, you).

Nathan, I’m serious. Why haven’t we released our difficult third album? Nay is technically my uncle, but he’s more like my big brother. As a kid, he teased me, hit me and called me names. Endless abuse, I tells you. But it’s okay, because he made up for it by introducing me to grungy 90’s music, searching for UFO’s and being the best big brother I could ask for. He’s always been there for me, whether it’s fainting in the bathroom, fainting at Pink or passing out when a carnival ride fell on our heads. He is the reason why I love music, the reason for my sense of humour and the reason for my love of all things weird and paranormal. Thank you for always being there with chocolate mousse and All Aussie Adventures. Oh and check out
www.photonation.com.au
!

Ingrid, aka Mamma Bear. We have a problem, because all of my students and friends call you their second mother. Stop being awesome so that other people stop trying to steal you, okay? I can’t blame them though. You’re superwoman. You’re Lorelai Gilmore. You’re my best friend. You gave me everything to believe I could be anything I wanted to be. We never had much, but somehow, we always had enough. Never stop being the bubbly, loving mum that gave me life.

Lily Carter, my 98 years young great -grandmother. Grandma, I hope your wit and strength is genetic. Through everything, you’re always there to discuss politics, family and the universe. You’re kind, thoughtful and beautiful. And the cats totally love you because you keep knitting blankets and pillows for them. Thank you for spoiling us with the world’s fattiest and yummiest food and sharing stories of the past. You’re amazing.

Alex, I saved you for last because I knew how much you’d freak out if you thought I left you out. Hehe, scamp. Sometimes I worry I made you up. English, green eyes, spiky hair…that’s all the stuff ten year old me asked for. No wonder you think I’m a witch. You’re my rock and you keep me grounded when I drift into fairyland. You’re the Yin to my Yang and have opened up your mind to all the craziness and weirdness that is Tyrolin. Thank you for making me laugh, for watching Dance Moms with me and for being Mr. Right.

To Jason, Nikki, Ben, Jess, Harry: thank you for your constant support and encouragement.

To my cats Twiggy, Pippy, Polly and Pinny. You’re cute. You’re weird. I like that in a cat.

For keen eyes, you’ve probably noticed that I have a tendency to use my family’s names in my books. It’s a running theme…but I have a lot of Easter eggs in all of my stories…

To everyone close to me, I’ll wrap it up with this: I love you and I’m the luckiest person in the world because you’re in it.

And thus concludes the world’s longest Oscar-style thank you speech. I hope you enjoyed Shattered Girls! See you next time!

I'm a Jack, or more accurately, a Tyrolin of all trades.

Broken Dolls, the first in the trilogy, is an international #1 bestseller and appeared on Buzzfeed's Top 24 Best SciFi/Fantasy Books of 2015.

I have been in the Top 25 of the Australian Songwriters Association and Top 25 of the Australian Independent Music Awards, was awarded an Australia Day Award for Music in 2014 and for Arts in 2015. I own a performing arts school, teach creative writing and host a podcast called HooPod, which is part of Felicia Day's Hooman community.

Chocolate, cats and writing take up the majority of my time. Can you blame me?

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