Finally (in more ways than one)
Today was a big day, and not only because I learned how to use a sewing machine in a fabulous intro class at The Workroom and made an envelope pillow case from start to finish - my first real sewing project.
(Okay, I did make a pair of drawstring flannel PJ pants once with the help of my friend's mom, but she did most of the heavy lifting, so to speak. And I digress....)
The bigger and more FINALLY-type news is that I got a call this morning wanting to make sure that I'd be home today to receive a delivery of 2 skids holding 13 boxes ... and I bet you know what that meant!
The books, hot off the presses, arrived in pretty great timing -- just as I was about to head off to the aforementioned class.
The delivery person was very kind and received my boundless enthusiasm very well. I bounced out of the house exclaiming "Yay! I wrote a book!!"
"Really?" he said as he unloaded the skids. "My son too he write book. Science fiction. He eighteen years old."
We opened a box right there on the back of the truck and he humoured me by looking through a copy.
Then he took my picture.
As we carried the boxes into the house I hollered at a middle-aged man across the street who was looking at the truck pulled up on the curb: "I wrote a book!"
"Really." he said, and crossed the street to take a look. "I write books too. I've written five novels." I grinned and he congratulated me and continued up the street.
I wasn't sure how I'd feel about the arrival of this book compared to last time, but I think it feels just the same: relieving, exhilarating and a little weird that someone thinks my work is worth enough to print it up all fancy and send it all over the place.
Lastly, and before you ask, don't you worry your pretty little head about you getting yours - copies of Ripe from around Here will be making their way into your local indie bookstores within the next few weeks.
Better yet, if you're in Toronto, come to the book launch at FoodShare on Wednesday May 26 - see the sidebar for details.