"I read your book." | Sung J. Woo

Peggy says I do.
Don and Megan, teaming beans.
Sally sees Sterling.

A year ago, I completed the first draft of my second novel.  I’m still rewriting it, and while doing so, I had an idea to write it a letter.

Dear Love Love,

Yesterday, you were born.  You were not an easy delivery, for the ink on my laser printer was ready to give out.  I fed thirty sheets of you at a time so I could take out the toner and shake it, to make sure the words on your pages printed solid and streak-free.  I carried you from the output tray to the stack.  I watched you grow.  I picked you up.  You were as warm as a blanket in my hands.  Bound with a long rubber band, you were my hefty, luminous bundle.

[more @ The Nervous Breakdown]

Trifecta of time:
Peggy and beans, Roger’s trip,
Don’s HoJo sherbet.

How Pete learned to drive.
Pryce and Campbell, dukes way up.
Ken’s secret robots.

Fat, tumored Betty.
Don and Harry, rolling stones.
Sterling pays for space.

—

Peggy shakes Roger.
Dream Don chokes Cinderella.
Single mom Joanie.