People often ask me what it’s like to get the very first copy of a new book.
I will first apologize to parents because I know the delivery of a book is nothing like the delivery of a baby. Absent any children of my own, my books do feel as if they are my children. I want them. I conceive them. I care and nurture and protect them for months and months. And then – it is delivered.
It is a simple pleasure. There’s nothing complex about it. All the effort, investment, countless re-works, drafts, edits, are suddenly ALL worth it. And this is something of what I am experiencing as I am telling you that I’ve had my Eighth BOOK – LIVE WITH INTENTION – delivered through the doula-like assistance of Red Wheel•Weiser•Conari Press. And the thrill I experienced on number 8 is no less than what I experienced on number 1. I love them all but just as some parents might be willing to confess, it’s hard not to have a favorite. And this newest may very well prove to be my favorite.
So, I’m passing around metaphorical cigars and saying, “Look. AH. Look at my baby. It’s brand spankin’ new.”
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