Dear Family and Friends,
Truly and deeply sorry.
I’m sorry for the washed-but-not-folded laundry. If you’re looking for a clean pair a jeans, check the dryer.
I’m sorry that I’m not cooking. Again. Well, for me, the truth is I’m not cooking still. Thank you, God, that my husband loves to grill even during the winter months and that my son-in-love thinks cooking world-class meals is relaxing. Imagine that.
I’m sorry that you’ll become much-too-familiar with the back of my head. And that I won’t hear you when you talk to me unless you spin my desk chair around and make sure we’ve made eye contact. But please spin the chair s-l-o-w-l-y. I’ve had vertigo since May 2011, remember?
I’m sorry, friends one and all, that I can’t do lunch. Or breakfast. Or dinner. Sorry I don’t (always) answer the phone when you call. I do, however, text — on occasion.
I’m sorry I’m spending way-too much time with imaginary people. Kendall and Griffin and Evey and Heath and Ian. Weeks ago, I even asked some of you what I should name them. Or talked to you about their problems. Thank you for listening. I’m sorry that I’m all about understanding them — and you feel neglected. Let’s call it like it is: You are neglected.
The one thing I cannot apologize for? Being a writer, specifically a contemporary romance writer. For all the “I’m sorrys” I can’t not write. I do have a deadline after all. But more important: Deep in my soul I know God designed me to be a writer.
The last thing I want to say? Not an apology — but a huge thank you. Thank you, family and friends, for understanding. For believing in me when I don’t. And for celebrating with me when all the hard work pays off.
With much appreciation because without you I couldn’t do this,
In Your Words: Writers, did I forget to apologize for something? Readers and family and friends of writers: Want to weigh in?