I had other options, but completing this manuscript and getting it to my editor by next weekend was not only what I needed to do but also how I wanted to spend my day.
My father doesn’t understand what I do. Many times, he’s commented that mine must be a boring life. He’s referring to the fact I sit in an office all day and don’t see or talk to anyone.
Nothing could be further from the truth. I may be alone, but I am rarely lonely as I am always seeing and playing with my friends. My body may be in my office, but my mind is often miles away. Even when I am not in the office, I am often still working.
I can stare out a window and see a movie come to life. Wash dishes and hear conversations between my characters. Take a shower and discover a new story I must hurry to jot down. I can wake from sleep, roll to my left side, and be gifted the key to a chapter puzzle that has evaded me during the day.
I’ve flown on planes, ridden trains, saved the innocent, and killed off villains, all from the comfort of a plush rolling chair. I’ve dreamt of the future and visited the past. I can see and feel things even though I have never been there.
Through my books, I’ve met people I may never have met otherwise. I’ve made people think and helped them mourn. The words I’ve written have made people laugh, cry, and become so angry they’ve contacted me to tell me the why of it.
I’ve grown confident, learned that something I do matters, and, most of all, I’ve gained a lot of friends who I have never met but who I consider part of my family all the same.
This is my world, and I am delighted you are a part of it.