My own diving board
Okay, truly? I’m going to stop all this new book nonsense soon and sit my butt down in the chair and start writing again. Really. Real soon. Like tomorrow or the next month.
But today, I started out the door to go to buy the largest bag of baby carrots I could buy for the marching band dinner that is going to take place on a hot football field just before a cookout with 110 marchers and double that number of parents and all of that just before getting into a car with two adults, two teens, a five-year-old, a dog who has a skin irritation, five bikes, and beach chairs for a 5.5 hour drive. And as I went out the door, I saw a box from Amazon.
"This must be my copy of the new translation of War and Peace," I thought gleefully to myself. "Just in time for beach reading!" (Just keep in mind that this photograph demonstrates what Mr. Brilliant reads at the beach. True, unretouched photo).
But no.
Evidently I had ordered myself a copy of Life as a Verb to see when they would ship. And, my friends, here it is! So if you have pre-ordered from Amazon, I’m thinking this day will come soon for you, too! Let me know!
This feels incredibly exciting–and incredibly scary–all at the same time. I think I’m beginning to know what the diving board feels like to Tess.






