To the man who inspired me to write.
To the man who shaped my writing in every way, shape, and form.
To the man who’s works I’ve read countlessly.
To the man who’s works I studied time and time again.
To the man who when people asked who my favorite author was, I’d say his name.
To the man who challenged me to try different things in my writing.
To the man who I went to go see as a 16 year old, but was far too scared to ask any questions because I feared you’d look at me as being “too young” to read your stuff.
To the man who put his heart and soul into each and every book he wrote.
To the man who made me the writer I am today...
My heart is broken.
Eric Jerome Dickey has meant so much to me growing up.
From his writing, to the stories he told, to the way he shaped a sentence, to the way he made me feel what the character felt.
When you read my stories, you will see EJD, because he shaped my writing style.
I aspired to be like him.
I aspired to one day be an author just like him.
Call me dramatic if you want to, but I feel like a part of me passed on with him.
The last time I cried this much, Michael Jackson died.
I loved that man and his writing so so much... you all just don’t understand...
If you haven’t, please go pick up an EJD book.
I hope his books change your life like they changed mine ✨