—And delivered by my husband!
The book has arrived!
After…how many years?…it is now printed and bound and 330 pages. It showed up on my doorstep on the 18th via UPS (the postal service). Unfortunately, I wasn’t home. I was at UPS (the university) for Annual Conference. So—what does my wonderful husband do? He decides celebration is in order. He then drives almost 3 hours to bring me the book and take me out to dinner.
Wow. He’s a keeper.
Plus, he called my boys in Bellingham and they decided to drive down to join us. Surprise!! The boys hid in the back of Jon’s car and popped out to greet me!
So, here’s some photos for you. Here’s me, opening the box.
And here’s me with my youngest son,
and with my oldest.
(Here’s a cropped version for you younger ladies. And yes, he’s single. :)
We opened the book on the campus, but then went out to find a good dinner spot. We ended up at a super-yummy cafe and, in addition to celebrating having the book in-hand, the boys had a chance to wish Jon a happy Father’s Day as well! (Happy Father’s Day!)
It was over all too soon, but what a fine celebration it was! I hated to say good-bye (Group Hug!). Yet good-bye it was,
and off they all went again, leaving me feeling very blessed, indeed.
It was very cute to see their enthusiasm. I mean, this is the same group of folks I drove crazy with my plot spinning (What if…?) and history lectures (Did you know…?). There was a point where there was a family joke about being trapped in a car with me, because, like it or not, with no escape but the open road you emerged after 20 or 30 minutes with a good working knowledge of what the kitchen staff did at a medieval monastery. lol!
Yet now, with the book published, it seems the journey has shifted.
It is said that for writers, publication is actually a deflation. For writers have been immersed in the wonder of their stories. They have spent so much time in the story world. We’ve been there as our characters go in and out of harms way, we’ve forced them to deal with carnage, crisis and Love, all so they can undergo larger-than-life struggles and be transformed.
I spent years with The Saint and the Fasting Girl, and cried plenty, I can tell you.
But for my family (who only saw my prickly bad-tempered side as I was scribbling), with publication comes their turn to jump into the world and see it for themselves. It is their turn to be caught up in crisis and catharsis.
And so, the publication of the book that marks the end of the writers journey also marks the beginning of the readers’. As such, I sincerely hope that you all find as much joy, as much agony, and as much to tussle with, as I did.