We all have people we care about but seldom see. I have a score of people (maybe more) that I often think of, but never get around to sending a note, or e-mail. or—dare I mention the possibility?—letter. Don’t mention calling. I almost never make calls unless I absolutely have to, though I’m often happy to receive one.

Surely there is at least one book out there for everyone. Having said that, I’ve known people I liked and admired who admit they’ve skated through life never reading an entire book. Skimming books during their school years, using Cliff’s Notes and asking others about a book has gotten them through somehow. Their life is full in ways that have never sparked the desire to give reading a try.

I want to write. I love to write. I have so many characters and plots vying for my attention that I need to write.