Dear Future Publisher,
I’ve been cheating on you.
But here’s the thing. I never promised to be exclusive.
I love what we share. I love weaving worlds with the written word. I love everything I do for you, for us. Every minute of it.
But when I swore I was passionate about this, I never promised I had no other interests. I didn’t vow to be monogamous to writing, to put it before all other interests and deny myself all other pleasures. I didn’t say, “I will love this and only this.”
I want to please you, but I also have to please myself.
I know what you’re thinking – what is she getting at?
I cheated. It’s true. I cheated with theatre. Continue reading