A family member called me today with a special request: she wanted to buy a copy of my book and have me autograph and send it to someone. I was more than happy to oblige, of course, so I wrote a short note in one of the books and was preparing to package it up. Then I wondered if I should also send a separate letter of some sort, something to encourage this person or say something extra. My husband walked in while I was pondering this, and after a moment, he started laughing.
“You don’t need to write a separate letter. You already wrote the letter. The letter is 200 pages long!”
I never really thought about my book that way, but I like it. I’ve always liked writing ridiculously long letters.