He takes a deep breath, holds it for a moment and then releases it. He places his hands on the keys and begins to type. Skipping the address and the salutation he starts the essential content of the letter.
This is not my formal letter of resignation (which you will find enclosed) but due to our long association I feel I owe you an explanation of my actions and some words of thanks. I will emphasize that this was a very hard decision for me to make but I know this is the right decision for me at this time. It is time for me to make more of a commitment in other areas of my life that unfortunately can not be undertaken if I remain with you.
Meeting you enabled me to realize a long held ambition of mine when I had yet to 'prove' myself in this field which was a great boost to my confidence at that time and over the years you have taught me many things and continued to encourage the further development of my skills. I am sure at times this has not been easy for you!
I have many happy memories of our time together in various situations that I will always treasure. I hope our relationship will continue in a personal capacity even if we no longer work together as I've come to consider you a friend.
He begins to read over his work but his concentration is interrupted by the ringing of his phone. He flips it open and answers. "McGee."
"Hey probie we've got a case. Are you at home?"
"I'll pick you up in twenty."
He flips the phone shut and rapidly scrolls to the top of the page where he types Ms Lyndi Cranshaw, Cranshaw Publishing, Dear Lyndi. Making a mental note to check her address he saves the file and shuts down. As he heads to the bedroom to collect his gun he thinks deciding to give up writing was hard but it was the right thing to do. There was nothing more important, exciting or fulfilling than his job as an NCIS special agent.