denise Leora madre

A few weeks ago, I took a few weeks off from writing to do something I haven’t done in quite some time. I read a book. Not a blog. Not fanfiction online. Not an eBook. But an actual book: a shiny, hard-copy of a novel with tangible pages printed with black ink. And I know eBooks are books too, so please don’t misunderstand me. But I didn’t grow up in the digital era, and as a reader, my heart prefers the book I can touch to the one on a touchscreen. (Though as an author, I look forward to seeing my name on both) Anyway, I read not only a novel but a memoir as well. And I relished them both. They somehow knew what I needed and satisfied my soul in a most delicious way. I could not wait to tell you about the insights and life-changing nuggets I derived from them. But I did wait. And wait and wait and wait. And now I have a problem. I’ve lost the magic.

Image courtesy of mack2happy / FreeDigitalPhotos.net Hey. I haven’t been avoiding you. Really. It’s been a busy time for me. What, with the start of spring, my new blog, and all that. Oh, sorry. Let me introduce you.  Book, this is Blog, the place I created in your honor. Blog, this is Book, the manuscript I've been telling you about. I'm thinking you two can help each other. Anyway, you seem well. Pages properly numbered, double-spaced as always. I noticed a few typos in my recent read-through, but those aren’t important right now. You know, Book, over the years we both have changed: shifted focus, gained and lost weight, added and deleted characters from our lives, even changed our names. And by now, you should know how much I admire and believe in you. I know greatness lies within you, longing to be unleashed. With that in mind, we need to discuss the editor’s recommendations. Namely, what I plan to do with them.