The other day a nice woman told me I made her cry. It wasn’t long after that that a lady told me I almost ran her off the road, making her nearly have an accident. And today I got an email. It was short. It said, “Sarah, you’re cruel.”

I’m not a jerk. I promise.

I’m a writer.

And my stories affect people. They make people laugh, and cry, and feel, and nearly miss their exit. And I’m not sure how to feel about this. I’ll tell you one thing, I don’t feel bad. To make another person feel something outside themselves, that’s the ultimate goal as a writer.

If you tell me I made you miss your Tube stop, I apologize. I’m sorry for your misfortune. I’m sorry that you have this inconvenience in your life. However, if I took you out of your reality, made you pause in a new one, then I’m grateful.

I’m not responsible for major marketing campaigns. I’m not an executive of some sales department. I’m an author. And if I’m doing my job, then I’m making you forget about yours.

Now watch the bloody road, would you?