So far, one of my favorite things about becoming a real author has been getting to meet other real authors. I’ve actually met tons of writers in the last ten years, through various jobs and events and persistence, but getting to meet them on this level is a different experience. I’m meeting writers whom I’ve admired for years and this time, they’ve actually heard of me, and some of them have even read my book.
Around real writers I’ve I always felt like this little kid trailing around after the bigger kids at the playground, begging them to pay attention to me and trying to prove to them that I was worth hanging out with. It’s entirely different experience to be on the other side of that now.
Yesterday I had coffee with Hope Edelman, the author of Motherless Daughters, and several other books. I initially read Motherless Daughters in my early twenties when I was living in New York and it was one of the first books I ever read that truly spoke to my experience of loss. I teared up yesterday telling Hope how much her book has meant to me, how I’ve bought countless copies because I’m always giving them away, and how grateful I am for all of her work. But then suddenly she’s telling me how about how she read my book and loved it, and the whole experience suddenly becomes impossibly surreal.
Anyway, this is just something I’m grateful for and wanted to share here. Oh, and I’m also grateful for my daughter’s preschool performances, which make me both laugh and cry every time. Here she is yesterday in the Spring “Science Fair.”