When we write about something, an incident particular to our lives and one that might have shaped our character, we risk hurting the people we love the most.
I don’t like doing this as it makes me want to say “I’m sorry” two zillion times. “I’m sorry” is the expression on my cell screen saver.
The memoir I was writing–and almost assured of having published–is now becoming a novel so that even things that are exaggerated for literary reasons won’t come back to haunt me.
I love the people in my life very much. Big Luce’s sister is now one of my idols. She’s a walking talking hyper beautiful advertisement for Match.com. She met a man who was not at all her type, took a leap of faith, and now the best dressed couple have been husband and wife for over a year.
It’s amazing to me how two people who can seem superficial but are really incredibly warm-hearted, generous, beautiful, smart, witty and fun found each other.
As a writer I should be hard, and I can take rejection very well. I just can’t take not being loved by people that I love. So, please love me, my friends. This is a blanket apology for anything I might have done, are doing, will do that might offend you.
