By Nichole Giles
I live for the mail. What masochists we writers can be. You’d think that after so many of them, we’d get the hint that only rejection letters come by snail mail. Mostly. Oh, and the occasional unexpected royalty check for an article you sold to a magazine years ago which has been resold to someone else. Those are always nice—though extremely rare.
Anyway, for the last month or so I’ve had a totally different reason for watching for the mail person to make his/her (depending on the day) daily appearance. I’ve been waiting for books.
In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve started doing book reviews and author interviews, and am thoroughly enjoying it—mostly. I digress. The month of July was big in the book-receiving end of my mailbox. They just keep coming—which is a good thing.
But there was one I’d been expecting for quite some time. I cheered in pleasure when I walked out to the big gray monstrosity at the edge of my yard and found the last book in “The Company of Good Women” series, “Surprise Packages.”
Having read “Almost Sisters,” the first in the series, more than a year ago, I was thrilled and excited to finally have the chance to see how the lives of the three women turned out and if they fulfilled their twenty-five year pact to become Crusty Old Broads.
I live for the mail. What masochists we writers can be. You’d think that after so many of them, we’d get the hint that only rejection letters come by snail mail. Mostly. Oh, and the occasional unexpected royalty check for an article you sold to a magazine years ago which has been resold to someone else. Those are always nice—though extremely rare.
Anyway, for the last month or so I’ve had a totally different reason for watching for the mail person to make his/her (depending on the day) daily appearance. I’ve been waiting for books.
In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve started doing book reviews and author interviews, and am thoroughly enjoying it—mostly. I digress. The month of July was big in the book-receiving end of my mailbox. They just keep coming—which is a good thing.
But there was one I’d been expecting for quite some time. I cheered in pleasure when I walked out to the big gray monstrosity at the edge of my yard and found the last book in “The Company of Good Women” series, “Surprise Packages.”
Having read “Almost Sisters,” the first in the series, more than a year ago, I was thrilled and excited to finally have the chance to see how the lives of the three women turned out and if they fulfilled their twenty-five year pact to become Crusty Old Broads.
Turns out, in my opinion, those women were there in the beginning. They just had to know where to look inside themselves to discover it.
Don't we all, ladies, don't we all? Click here to read the rest of the review and the interview.
I'm wracking my brain for something wonderful and inspiring to share, but to be honest, it's almost 1:00 am and...I got nothing. I'm mentally, emotionally, and physically exhausted. So, instead, I'll share something from someone else.
It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? For the moment passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone; life itself is gone. That is where the writer scores over his fellows: he catches the changes of his mind on the hop. ~Vita Sackville-West
Thank you, and goodnight.
2 comments:
I'm jealous.
I've been doing reviews too, but they've been mostly on my dime. I did get to do 4 but I'd love to do more.
Anna,
Yep, reviews are lots of fun. I've only started doing them in the last few months. Keep reviewing, more opportunities will come.
Nichole
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