Look Me in the Stars
Christopher B. Husberg
Department of English, BYU
Master of Fine Arts
Thanks first and foremost to my thesis committee—Steve Tuttle, John Bennion, and Carl Sederholm—for their support and encouragement, and for their insightful suggestions, and for asking the questions that needed to be asked. Thanks to Steve in particular for all the time he spent with each story in this thesis, as well as with all the stories that didn’t make the cut. He’s really the godfather of this collection; he’s been around most of these stories since they were in rough draft form. His comments, and confidence, were invaluable.
Thanks to those other professors and mentors, without whom this project would not be what it is today: Kim Johnson, Trent Hickman, Pat Madden, Chris Crowe, Susan Howe, Doug Thayer, and Brandon Sanderson. I can trace specific parts of this thesis to bits of advice and counsel each of you gave me, in class or otherwise, and it’s that sort of thing that has shaped me (and still shapes me) as a writer.
Thanks to those writers with whom I’ve spent the last two years: Steve, Amber, Scott, Becca, Shelah, and Bentley. Your comments are brilliant, your jokes are hilarious, and your singing voices and guitar playing skillz are off the hook, especially late at night in cabins near Capitol Reef National Park. Also: you’re all phenomenal writers (imho).
Thanks to my parents for reading to me and helping me tell stories when I was young. You always encouraged me to pursue stories, both within myself and in the outside world, and really, without that, where would I be? (Probably graduating from med school, by now. Thanks a lot.) You told me I could dream, and you believed in me when I did. I love you both.
Thanks to all the other family members, both in-law and regular type, who love and support me through these crazy dreams of mine. There are far too many of you to list, but your confidence in me, your faith, and the way you live your lives are inspiring.
And of course, and always, and forever thanks to my wife, Rachel. This is something I literally (and I mean it with the literally) never could have done without you. You support me in all of this, in more ways than one, but—even better—you think I’m cool because of it, and that makes you amazing and wonderful and full of grace and all sorts of awesome things. Okay, you were already all of that stuff. I just wanted an excuse to say it. Everything I write is, and will always be, for you.