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 ...