The UPS truck approaches.
A man drops a package on the doorstep.
I’m thinking: More bike parts for my husband? That second-hand book about a dog I ordered?
But then I see it…A pile of paper, a book before it’s a book.
Printed pages, cut and folded. Sandwiched one inside the other to make a rough approximation of something I’ve been imagining for years.
We writers carry countless ideas around in our imaginations. Only some of those ideas take shape on paper. Fewer still are published.
So when that package of folded and gathered printed sheets arrives—and with it the hope that a bound book will soon follow—it’s a very special day.
Happy new book day!
I’m looking forward to seeing bound and jacketed copies of Hope and Tears: Ellis Island Voices sometime in March. But for now, the folded sheets will do.