…but I just need to vent for a quick sec.
So, a couple months ago I got a nasty e-mail from a woman whose husband has forbidden her to read Is That All He Thinks About? I know this woman and her husband, and unfortunately, I wasn’t surprised. Her subsequent e-mails were remorseful and tearful, but her husband said, “no more contact with Marla.” I’ve been praying for them occasionally as there are issues there that are far, far deeper than a sex book.
So, I sent out an e-mail about my new book survey today to a list of people and forgot to delete this couple from the list. Oops! I just got an e-mail from the delightful husband–a one-liner.
I’m sure you will understand if we don’t have time for your high-maintenance survey.
My stomach is still churning. I had comebacks literally rolling off my fingertips–ooh, they were good!–but I deleted them all and wrote this:
But of course. Hope your little family is doing well!
Writing books isn’t all fun and games after all. But, hey, if hearts are touched and lives are changed, I can put up with people like this every now and again.
HAPPY PHOTO EDIT (11:41pm): Gabe took this pic on Mother’s Day evening. These lush wildflowers are growing like crazy all over the field behind our house. I could stare at/smell them for hours. The girls brought me a bouquet of them tonight. Mmmmmm…