Sarah Z. Creates

A new year. Like an empty notebook and an unused planner, just full of promise.

A new year isn’t a promise of plenty or fortune. It isn’t even a promise of change. Not really. That starts far more with you (and me) than any turn of a calendar page.

But it is a promise: a promise of possibility.

So here’s my wish for you, this new year, as both an author and a reader:

May you find stories you love, particularly in your own backyard.

May you find characters who will break you in the best possible way.

May you find magic in the mundane.

And may you find worlds both beyond your horizon and in your own home that will live forever in your heart.

If you find one of those stories this year, I hope it feels like coming home.