You may have noticed that I have no pictures of friends or family on this web site. That is because no one loves me. Kidding! No, the truth is that my family, like my literary agent, has asked to be placed in the Internet Protection Program and I honor all such requests.
It isn’t always easy having a writer in the family. For one thing, we’re always underfoot. Think about it: Everyone else goes to work, yet we’re around the house all of the time, usually half naked and typing. Furthermore, while we are in the house, we wish everyone else would get the hell out of it. I mean, our house is our place of business, dammit! Most people don’t bring their families to work every day, so what are these people doing messing up my productivity with their talking and their noise-making?
So yes, we writers can be a bit grouchy, as well as disgusting to look at (see line about “half naked”). In order to combat totally incivility, I often write late, late, late into the night. And when I’m talking late, I mean I often get to wave to the lady who delivers our daily Asbury Park Press. She also does not appreciate the half-naked aspect of my existence — I don’t look as good without clothes on as I used to.
And so I take this time to apologize to the closest people in my life for the way I have acted over this past year. You were there with me through the triumphs and you’ve been there for me through the tears (man, does that sound cliche and sappy!). Unfortunately for them, success has bred a continuation of this monastic lifestyle into 2008 and hopefully beyond, so please bear with me.
Peace,
Kerry