Dear Pardon Falls,
I’m sorry I haven’t been as attentive over these last few weeks. Trust me, while my waking thoughts were focused on this insane, but fantastic, work project, you occupied my dreams. I know it’s a weak excuse, I know that your survival rests in my hands, but I hope you’ll forgive me.
Amanda, as a fellow over-achiever, I know you’ll understand how it took everything I had to make this project a success. And, I hope you are proud of the fact that it was. David, Mr. Do-The-Right-Thing, if I had to slack off in something wouldn’t you rather it be you guys than a big dollar project that had a lot of people relying on me to make happen? And, Josh, my Money Man, I gotta stay employed, buddy. You guys aren’t making me money (yet!).
I come groveling for forgiveness, my writer’s cap in hand. This weekend, while my husband is away, I’m yours. I know where you should go, what you should do. I hope you’ll agree with me and find that while I might be a bit rusty in the first few pages, that my fictive dream will kick in and you’ll welcome me back with open arms.