Oh, my dear, the times we
have had together! I bet you’re laughing now at those naïve comments I made in
the early days about how you would be “done in just a few months” since you
were “just a kids’ book.”
Comments like those really
must have pissed you off, because you went on to take months and months and
months—two years from when I first had the idea. You beat me
up good, making me wonder at regular intervals if I was good enough to write you.
But I kept fighting back one sad little monster sketch at a time.
And now I have vanquished
you. You’re still all out of order, like a Picasso painting with your nose where
your chin should be. But you’re done and down for the count.
In a few days I’ll get to
work un-Picasso-ifying your face. But for now I’m watching a ton of Parks and Recreation and eating victory peanut butter and jelly
sandwiches.
(I would have victory ice
cream, but my battles with you have left me too lazy to go to the store.)
Love always,
Jillian
Jillian