I love to read, but I always thought that the dream [to write a book] was too far away. The person who had written the book was a god. It wasn’t a person.
– Rita Dove, poet
In this past week alone two of my friends have landed new jobs, and a third announced she’s preparing for pending motherhood. Given the exciting news that’s happening all around me, I decided the time was right to share a bit of good news of my own.
We’ve received your manuscript. It is headed to the editor. It will probably be a few weeks before you hear anything.
Hooray for you!
The rumblings you may have heard are true: I’m writing a book! My collection of nonfiction essays is slated to be published this spring. The history of my first book is much too lengthy to recount today, but the stories behind my stories will come soon.
Writing a book has been a distant goal of mine for several years. When trying my hand at writing fiction — and loathing the difficult style while doing it — I quickly assumed all was lost.
Not so, however. A few months ago I found myself smack dab at the intersection of preparation and opportunity.
Which brings me to today, and to this good news! I’m so excited I can hardly stand it.
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