It has been an important day — a momentous day — and this is why I must go quiet for some time.
To stay off of social media, to pare down my blog reader to its skeleton, to read Truth and Beauty and wake up at 4 AM if I feel like it, which I did today.
Someone very important to me, an extraordinary writer, sold her debut short story collection today for an unheard-of sum, with unheard-of conditions from the publisher. A momentous day for the both of us, to be sure, but also a bone-rattling day and one that I found difficult on many levels. How can I feel secure on this most insecure of days?
Her email to me was what did it. I won’t reprint it here, but she said:
Honor your book with your work. Honor your book with love. It is not done yet. It has so much more growing to do — in so many no-doubt stunning ways. The greatest, greatest gift you can give yourself – and that, sadly, no one, not even me, can give you – is time.
I’ll be seeing you, though I don’t know when. Bon voyage to me.