No doubt most of you have heard that there are some inconsistencies in my book, A Million Little Pieces.
Authors of memoirs have traditionally been granted a certain amount of latitude in that they alter names, dates and locations, many times to protect the people they write about, but that doesn't excuse the fact that I've disappointed a lot of people, and for that I appologize.
I know it's no excuse, but please understand that things were really hectic at work when I was writing Pieces. After the incident at the Chinese consulate, I thought it would be best for the country if I faked my own death. At that time, only four people knew that I was still alive. One of them was President Palmer, and I have to live with the fact that this knowledge may be the reason he was assassinated.
Obviously, I couldn't work at CTU any longer (you know, since I was "dead"), so I had to get a job working on oil rigs. This meant putting in long hours, so I didn't have as much time to devote to writing as I would have liked, but I wanted the stories in the book to ebb and flow, to have dramatic arcs, to have the tension that all great stories require, so I did embellish certain facts (although I prefer to think of it as "assuming a flank 2 position"), so, once again, I apologize.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to see if Chloe has uploaded the satellite coordinates I need for my next assignment.