Dear AM Jenkins
Please stop writing. That way, I will not find myself awake at 2:00am, anxiously turning the pages of your books, feeling like I have to, have to, HAVE TO know what's going to happen next. I won't be crying while I sit on the toilet, feeling some unnamed emotional ache that I never knew I had.
I won't have to stop reading every few pages of your books to tell myself, "Dang, this AM Jenkins is an incredible writer." I won't lose my breath over your skill, your ease, the way you coax heartache and laughter and pain from how you string your words together.
I won't look at my own work in progress and think, "Why didn't I write this story in second person?" because your book Damage
is so effortless in its second person depiction of a football star tumbling into depression. I won't wonder how a mother of three in Texas can become a demon possessing a sullen teen boy (in Repossessed
) so convincingly, while I struggle with finding my own voice.
I hope you understand it's not personal. It's just that I need the sleep. And I need to operate in a world where I don't see how high the standard of writing can reach (and how far I am from that standard). Let's compromise: could you just go on a vacation for a while? And when I'm all caught up on sleep, you can resume. I think that's a win-win for the both of us.
Thanks in advance for understanding. Now if you'll excuse me, I have one more of your books to finish, because I have to, have to, HAVE TO know what happens next.