Friday, October 09, 2009

Wish I could blame this on the pain meds, but all they gave me was Novocaine . . .

Dear Novel,

I appreciate your wish to remain lodged deeply in my mind and not be torn away, pressed into a manuscript, and then sent out into the world. It warms my heart that you like me so much, you are clinging to the shadows of my subconscious and refuse to be parted from me. That said, you need to take a deep breath, jump into words, and become a book.

I love you dearly, and because I think you are so 'wonderful', I wish to share you with others. Know that being read by other people will not tarnish you nor will it diminish you in any way. In fact, it is likely to do the opposite. It is my greatest wish that you to grow up to be a bound book people can buy and enjoy.

So, this is an official letter to inform you that you are being evicted. Understand that it is with greatest love I have made this decision. Now, please proceed in an orderly and climatic fashion down to my fingertips, into the keyboard, and onto the screen. Thank you.

With love,
your novelist.

5 comments:

Jennifer said...

LOL!!

Your Neighborhood Cashier said...

How cute. That one needs to be saved for your permanent archives -- you know, the ones biographers dig through after you.... uhh... well... die. Yeah, so, you know, keep it for a long, long time. It's so YOU!

Demon Hunter said...

LOL. I feel the same way at this very moment. :-D

Marcia Colette said...

LOL! I've sooo been there. :-)

Nyxa said...

I now need to write my own letter to the novel in my head. This is just what needed to read today! Thanks