So, for all the hours I’ve spent at my computer instead of with my family…
For all the times I’ve said “Hon, let me read you this line!”…
For the bookshelves taking up increasing amounts of household real estate each year, and the books piled on the nightstand and coffee tables and stacked in dusty corners…
For the doorbell ringing darn near every day and it’s UPS with a package from Amazon…
For all the times I’ve said “I’ll be up in two minutes” but stayed at my desk for two more hours…
For every blog post I’ve written while my family watches Harry Potter and wonders if I’m ever going to join them…
For all the times I’ve talked about my Twitter friends and Facebook friends and blogging friends and my husband showed remarkable restraint in not mocking me…
For the times dinner was late, or dinner was Spaghetti-O’s, or I’ve forgotten to cook dinner altogether…
For the client phone calls in the car on the way to the movies or headed out of town on vacation…
For the nights out to book club and the trips to writers conferences all over the country…
I just want to say…
Bummer for you, dude. THANK YOU for sticking with me through this perilous publishing journey. (And happy anniversary, sweetheart.)
Is there anyone you need to thank today? For putting up with your crazy antics, all for the love of books? Go tell them!
