I am sorry that Empire of Salt scared you so badly it gave you nightmares. Not really. No seriously, I am. Not really. But seriously. I'm sorry you couldn't make it past chapter four. Not really. No seriously. I wish I would stop doing that. I really am sorry. Stop lying to her. No, I really am extremely sorry that I scared you so badly that you couldn't sleep through the night. No I'm not.
As you can see, part of me feels bad that I scared you. But the other part of me is pretty pleased that you were scared. After all, when I wrote this, I wanted to scare people. You see, Nadine, I'm so used to reading and writing horror that nothing much scares me anymore. To tell the truth, I didn't really think Empire of Salt was all that scary. But I suppose that it's all a matter of perception. I was too used to the scare to realize that it was still scary.
|Nadine with Fear in her Eyes|
Frankly, I forgot people like you were still out there.
I forgot that I am in the minority and you are in the majority.
So let's switch this apology letter to a thank you letter. Can we do that, please? Any comments from the Id, before I continue? Anything? Bueller? It seems that both parts of me are in agreement.
Thank you, Nadine.
Thank you for being scared.
Thank you for NOT reading past chapter four.
Thank you for having the courage to try a book you don't ordinarily read.
Thank you for reminding me that I can still scare people.
Thank you for validating my horror sensibilities.
Your ever-loving horror author pal,
Weston (and his Id)