What a whirlwind week! I spent the front half of last week wrapping up details for a two-day school visit, and the back half celebrating the release of The Ostrich And Other Lost Things. I am absolutely overcome with gratitude.
There’s nothing quite like the feeling of taking something you have worked tremendously hard to create and craft and wield and hone and offering it in shaky hands to the world.
“Here," you say. "I made this thing. I tried my best. I know it’s not perfect, but maybe you’ll like it! Maybe it will make you laugh, or cry, but definitely feel. Maybe it will let you see the world a little differently, I mean, I hope it will . . . but anyway, here. . .”
And then you let it go.
You watch it walk home under arms and stuffed into book bags. You watch it hugged to chests and casually flipped through, pages fluttering nervously. You watch as it’s shared with friends and family, passed between hands, and hopefully, hearts. It’s a tremendously humbling thing—letting a book go.
And as I sit at my desk this morning, all I can say, really, is thank you.
If it were not for lovely readers like yourselves, storytellers (like myself) would be little more than traveling minstrels. And for someone not as musically inclined as perhaps I ought to be, that would be a rather unfortunate thing. But because of you, I can set pen to paper and let my heart and imagination go wild. And together we can travel paces, and learn things, feel things, wear the shoes of friends and soon-to-be friends, and discover something about ourselves along the way. Telling stories is the greatest gift I always dreamed I'd get to experience. Thanks for supporting my dreams!
And an extra special thanks to The Red Balloon Bookshop in St. Paul, MN for being such a wonderful host! You guys throw a fantastic book release party, and it was such a delight to come back and celebrate a new book with you guys. Thanks for everything!