Just like Christmas

The door buzzer rang this morning, about 20 minutes ago. UPS. Package from … Houghton Mifflin Harcourt. I was opening it and suddenly realized what moment this was about to be. My book.

I took it upstairs and showed Michael the envelope. “Is that it?”

“I think so.”

I took it out. I held it. Andrea, my editor, stuck a short note on her business card: Look at it — it’s amazing! I hope you’re as happy as I am.

My heart pounded. I flipped through the pages. I looked at how the light catches the shiny cover. Then I did what any momma gorilla would do.

I smelled it.



  1. Judy Coode on October 5, 2009 at 10:17 am

    Welcome home, baby!

  2. blathering on October 5, 2009 at 4:32 pm

    pretty… and I would have smelled it too. It’s good to be in
    touch with our primate selves.

  3. Jolene on October 6, 2009 at 9:57 pm

    I love this image. The other impulse that comes to mind–at least my mind–in such situations is to call my mother. It’s analogous to saying, “Look at me, Mom. Mom, look at me,” when you first learn to dive or swim in the deep end or float on your back.

    Congratulations! Am looking forward to the book.

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