Got the final proofs from Hardworking Anne last night. “Next time you see this, it’ll be a book,” she said. She also said she was proud to be associated with it.
Very nice of her. Mind you, how many moms hold out their newborns with a shudder? Rosemary, maybe, but not too many others.
This is the end of a lengthy twisty traffic-filled road. It’s been interesting to chart the state of my headspace along the writing way. This semi-public space has let you all in on it.
For the record, I’m pleased with the product.
Will readers and reviewers ‘get’ the story we are trying to tell? I hope so.
I used to be part of a small-town theater troupe. Not quite Waiting for Guffman (but not not Waiting For Guffman). Anyway, I remember one performance in front of very quiet house. Sondheim? I think so. That night we were absolutely nailing it, but there were almost no laughs or applause. A more talented and experienced actor gave me a rueful grin backstage and said, “They’re missing a very good show out there.”
So if anyone doesn’t ‘get’ what Melanie and I are trying to say, well, they’re missing a very good book out there.