like the way you consistently mispronounce things, like “tweeter.”
… your umbrage at my mounting rejection letters will be greatly appreciated,
especially when you resort to curse words,
and wonder if “those people in New York” have lost their minds/are idiots.
… you get second (third?) read of my drafts,
however, don’t be mad when I don’t take all of your literary advice,
but I will absolutely take your grammar notes.
… try not to be too embarrassed by that sex scene I slipped into my latest YA.
I clearly don’t know what I’m writing about since I have never had sex despite having been married nearly 12 years and given you 2 grandkids.
… and you read and re-read and the published books until they’re dog-eared and the spine’s broken?
That’s my favorite.
… you get to be thanked on the dedication page,
because I know I wouldn’t be here without you.
Happy Father’s Day!