This book is dedicated to all my readers. Thank you for sharing your time with me.
The original manuscript for this novel, my first, was written way back in the early nineties. I wrote the initial draft the old-fashioned way, with a pen and paper. After editing, I typed out the second draft on my brand new, state-of-the-art, Brother word processor. I printed out the pages, stuck them in a box, and put that box in a desk drawer.
Since then, I’ve moved several times. The box has come with me, shifted each time to a new spot and a new desk. Yet, that box remained closed, the pages unread.
While cleaning out my desk earlier this year, I realized I’ve had several unfinished projects taking up space in my desk for far too long. I decided to embark on a mission to either complete them or toss them. Secrets is the first of these projects, the only one that was technically complete.
Of course, the manuscript needed revisions. Twenty years passed since I’d written this book. My writing has evolved and, I’d like to think, improved. And, while I remembered the gist of the story, the details had escaped me long ago. To be honest, I wasn’t even sure the book was worth releasing.
I’d initially planned to bring Secrets up to date. However, I almost immediately scrapped that plan. As I read, I realized setting the story in 2012 would be a mistake. Too much would be lost. Too much would have to change. Twenty years ago, we did not have computers in every home. This was before Bill Gates and Windows were household names. Most of us had never heard of Steve Jobs, and Macs were hamburgers, not computers. We had no cell phones. Even cordless phones were rare in the typical home. Technology has come a long way in a relatively short time. Implementing these updates would have forced me to alter the very core of the story.