There really is no adequate way to describe the anticipation one feels when a book you authored is ready for publication. The first time have it in your hands makes all the work worth it.
Work? Why should we think of writing as work? My old Post office job was work--this is challenge. One interesting aspect is the source of compliments, as well as indifference.
People I hardly know seem to enjoy the writing much more than I expected, whereas those I've known better and longer too often seem blase, indifferent to the books. You never know who will and won't buy your book. After Twilight People I tried to balance my disappointment with some ignoring it with the pleasant surprise connected with strangers reactions.
Right now it is drizzling out and concerts have been cancelled. I saw a free movie, Mildred Pierce, at the library. I can take a nap or go to the gym or start a new short story. I'm tired of watching gymnasts do the same routine. Maybe I'll write about a rebellious gymnast who defies her coach and creates her own moves.
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