Last week, a book turned up in my life.
I didn't come across it at Doylestown Bookshop or Farley's or Reader's Forum, and certainly not at Barnes & Noble or on Amazon. It didn't pop up as part of a Google search or a "people who purchased this book also bought" listing.
It showed up on the radio. Someone being interviewed on our local public radio station used the phrase "rare good fortune." She said those three words and my life shifted. A book showed up in my mind. Just like that. She uttered, it arrived.
Three words, and everything ever since has been different.
My brain seems to have turned into book writing software. I find myself thinking in odd snatches & unexpected moments about titles and topics. What feels so strange is that it doesn't feel like there are things I'd like to share, but things that want to be shared through me. Like the book has a life of its own. Strange & intriguing. "Just get out of our way, don't intrude too much on what we want to say, and things will go just fine," seems to be the main message I'm getting.
For years, people have said, "You should write a book. You've experienced such interesting things... You can express yourself so well... You have such good ideas..."
No, nay, never. Wasn't going to happen.
Except, now it is.
In a nutshell, my book - the one impatiently waiting for me to stop yammering about HOW it came to be written & start WRITING it - is an great big "thank you" note to a smattering of the many voices that set me on my path. An appreciation of my first & primary voices - my family, of scriptwriters & playwrights, authors & storytellers whose ideas & insights & inspiring moments helped lift me out of darkness into light, from restrictive status quo to boundless new horizons.
That being said in way of an introduction, it's time for me to step aside & let my book work its way out into the world of print & pages.
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