Yesterday I arrived home from work to find a box from amazon.com on my doorstep. That's not unusual since amazon's "one-click" ordering allows me to order coveted books by the dozen. I set the book on my dresser, did a kettle bell workout, ate dinner and took a shower. Refreshed and comfy in light cotton PJ's I slit open the box. Had I known what I would find I would have torn it open hours earlier, while still wearing my coat and hauling my purse, lunch bag and tote.
Inside the nondescript brown box, nestled beneath wadded up brown paper, I found the proof copy of my poetry collection.
What a feeling to see my own book inside an amazon box. There it was, with my title and artwork and name on the front, my author photo on the back, and all my poems and artwork inside its pages. My husband and I gave it a careful reading and only found one error that needs to be fixed. After that people all around the world will be able to order MY book online at www.amazon.com. This is an amazingly heady feeling. Nearly as exciting as it is to sit at a desk and write the poems in the first place, or stand before a canvas and use paint and collage to create art.
I am so excited about seeing my poetry collection in print that I need to go sit at that desk again and write more poems and short stories to include in future chapbooks and collections.
This is just the beginning!!!