At 5:15 this evening, I arrived home to find this gift on my doorstep.
Some of you might remember that our very own Lyra went to see Mr. Eugenides last week, and now I see she went to the trouble of waiting in a line to get this book signed. Just for me.
When I opened this gift, I got chills up the back of my neck. Writing-wise, it’s been a tough year. Time has been lost. I’ve been lost. But no more. The writing is finally going in the right direction again. Is it perfect every day? Uh …. no. Some days I write and later see I can use none of it. None. But that’s okay because other days, I’m getting the wow factor. It’s been almost a year since I’ve had this, and it feels … well … it feels fucking good. The good days are outweighing the not-so-good, so I’m moving in the right direction. Which has to be right. Right?
Of course, Lyra didn’t just send me any old book. She sent me a signed, first edition, of the latest and greatest. (If you haven’t read this article, do it now, right this instant!) I’m going to start reading THE MARRIAGE PLOT tonight.
I promise to refer over and over again to one particular page. My page. Just what I needed to hear, Mr. Eugenides. I take you at your word. And I don’t need to be told twice.