My husband asked me a week ago Monday, "So, what does it feel like to hold your first published book in your hands?" Maybe you've wondered about my response. I have.
Two weeks later I think I can finally articlate the sensations of that moment.
First, I noticed the nervous energy that I felt everytime I was the new kid in the classroom (this happened alot during my kindergarten-12th grade experience). "Will they like it (me)? What will they think about the book (me)?" That kind of nervousness. You know the kind.
And after that passed there was a sense of abiding satisfaction. Job well done! Woo hoo! Finally, it is here! Diligence and hard work has it's rewards! Let's have a toast and celebrate kind of satisfaction.
And finally, to be honest, I was left with an open space. I have been mulling over this feeling. It is not an ugly emptyiness nor a scary thing. Almost like I am suddenly noticing that I am hungry kind-of-a-feeling. An open space that will only be satisfied with more... more writing, more sharing, more thinking, and more wrestling with faith and life.
Does this mean I have a hankerin' to hold my second, third and fourth (etc.) published book in my hands? I think the answer is obvious.
Crap- that means what Todd has is contagious!
(People need to be warned.)
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