It Never Gets Old

I just returned from a trip to Florida to visit my mother, who is the origin of everything that’s good about me, in case you were wondering.

My son had brought up some packages from the mailroom while I was away. There was the runner I purchased, so I could make less noise for my downstairs neighbor. There was the pile of letters from my health insurance company that I never know what to do with. On top of those was an envelope – a manila envelope the size and shape of a picture book.

I know, I know, this is only my second picture book, so of course I am going to get excited.  But, if I were lucky enough to publish a hundred picture books, I know that this would never get old – the nervous excitement about opening, holding, reading, and sharing a book that I wrote and a whole village of talented people brought into the world.  It will never get old.  Never. (And hopefully I will get to do it again more than once!)

Finally, I have Stubby — the book, not the pencil — in my hands! (And of course my thumb is covering my favorite part of the cover.)