Rose’s notebook

My friend Leo, as well as being an amazing Bette cosplayer, is an occasional visitor to the world of The Wolf House — readers can find her popping up as a friend of Timothy’s in the books.

In one of her journeys into that particular universe, Leo happened to find a half-completed notepad someone had tossed away. It was just lying there on a sidewalk in Chicago, so Leo picked it up, brought it home, and gave this notebook to me as a Christmas present. (Any resemblance between Rose’s art style and Leo’s own copious talents is, I assume, total coincidence.)

This is the fucking coolest thing in the world, and I will never be able to thank Leo enough for it. Writers dream of having readers who care even a fraction of this much about their stories. It’s very humbling and more than a little overwhelming to have that dream come true.