An Open Letter to the Book I’m Writing
September 26, 2013 § 3 Comments
Dear book I am still in the process of revising:
I hate you. I have hated you for years. At this point I can’t even remember what I first saw in you. You are abrasive, boring, and you keep me up at night. No matter how much time and energy I give you, you are never satisfied — it’s always one more revision, one more round of restructuring, complete with empty promises about how you’ve changed, and how you really mean it this time. I’ve heard it all before! And yet I keep coming back, hoping against hope that things will be different, and that finally, after all this turmoil, we can just move on with our lives.
I know I’ve said this before, but this really is the last straw. I’ll give you ONE more chance, but only because we have so much history. The tiniest whiff of bullshit and I’m gone, I mean it. I’m just so tired of this.
But I will admit, it’s nice to see you again. I’ve been thinking about you, actually. Pure force of habit I suppose. Different things I should say, little jokes I forgot to tell you the last time we tried to work things out. It’s too bad we keep ending things on such a sour note. I’m not even sure why. I appreciate your politics, you make me laugh, and I like your stories. We’ve had some good times, it’s just that at some point, I don’t know, things maybe got a bit intense. But that won’t happen again. I certainly learned my lesson, and anyway that was all so long ago.
It really is great to see you. I don’t even know what to say. I just — I love you.
With all my heart,