All Apologies

I’m at one of those stages in the novel where I love what I’m doing so much that I’m having trouble tracking anything else. I wake up and work on the novel, fall asleep working on the novel, take long walks so I can think about the novel, tell the kids I’m gonna use the restroom so I can sneak a few minutes on the novel. I’m not saying it’s gonna be a great novel, don’t get me wrong, but I’m seeing everything through novel colored glasses. It’s been like that a few months, and it’ll be at least a few more.

Meaning, if I owe you something, you better nudge me, and probably twice. This’d be one of those times where I forget about promised blurbs, dinner dates, housework, answering email, returning phone calls, and pretty much everything else. I mean, I’m gonna feed my kids and take care of them, but as to the rest of you, well, you may not like me much by the time we’re done.

Believe it or not, I feel terrible about it. When I come out of these patches and realize all the stuff I was supposed to do, and everybody I neglected, and all the promises I broke, I get sad. Not sad enough to say it won’t happen again, but sad. So I just want everybody to know that it’s not that you don’t matter, you do. Just a little less than my novel.