"READER MEET AUTHOR"
Well, my books have arrived, and I am heading over to pick them up in moments, before hitting the road for what I imagine will be a terribly interesting weekend. I'm making a mad dash across the country to my grandparent's 60th wedding anniversary on Saturday night, just to immedately turn around haul ass back around here for a reading, which I'll elaborate on shortly.
When I was a little girl, I used to sit in my bedroom with a crappy blue plastic typewriter and meticulously typ out a little newspaper every week and would excitedly proclaim to my parents and friends that when I grew up, I'd write in newspapers and magazines and then one day, I'd write a book. I've had "little me" in mind all day today. In a few minutes when I go to pick up my books, how will I not feel almost parental to "little me"...? How will I not feel like I've done right by her? How will I not remember what it felt like to type on those tiny keys and sit in a yellow bedroom and dream about writing a book?
Cheers to "little me"... Perhaps I should have included her in the dedication.
Aug 3, 2006
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3 comments:
I think you just did.
Mazel Tov!
There's a scene in Nick Hornby's "High Fidelity" where he looks at a picture of himself as a seven year old dressed in a cowboy outfit and wants to apologize for letting him down and not fulfilling his dreams.
This is the opposite of that moment.
Congrats, my friend.
Aw, I hadn't thought of it that way, Nic. Aw.
Thank you both.
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