As an author and a person, we all seek customers, otherwise known as friends.
Friends who read, friends who buy, friends who write reviews and attend book events.
That moment, that Miss America Moment, when you arrive at a venue, breathless and brisk, unintentionally delayed by a bazillion red lights –
That moment when you whisk in the door, hoping to be surreptitious, but are greeted with sea of smiles and sprinkle of waves –
That moment when you smile and enter unphased, with later apologies to the speaker.… ...
“Pretty, I feel pretty…”
I never related to this tuneful phrase until after my cancer diagnosis, with its treatment and trials, not the least of which was discovering that I was not included with ‘them’. Triple bad and ugly.
It was very difficult to assimilate that.… ...