They printed my letter! Yay! Just last night at the steakhouse where my family took me for birthday dinner, two fans stopped to introduce themselves and say how much they liked my letters to the editor, and I had to tell them the paper was not printing me anymore — because they haven’t been. I’ll gladly eat those words today.
Now when I say “fans,” I don’t mean these are adoring strangers. They’re my mom and dad’s friends. We all live in a small southern town where everyone knows exactly everything about everybody else. And everyone always asks me about THE BOOK because they’ve all heard marvelous things from the people who’ve kindly reviewed the earlier drafts.
Which is why my birthday present to myself is to bang out another chapter.
If anyone out there is interested in giving me a birthday present, they can read my story and leave a comment at the end.
