When Small Joys Bring Big Tears
After rubbing my eyes and reading it again, the screaming and shouting began! And then out of the blue I began to cry. At first I didn't know why but then it slowly came together.
I'd been on this writing journey for 30 years. Three decades. For the most part I've done okay. I've had steady following and published 1-2 books consistently all those years. Critics have been good to lukewarm to "ouch." But today was the first time that all that I poured into CONFESSIONS IN B-FLAT was recognized, that the years of work was recognized--not by my good friends and faithful readers, but an entity that can tap a shoulder with a magic wand of approval or send and author into a pit of "maybe I need another profession!"
So, it may be small, but today all the years, all the work, all the passion was validated--and it just feels good. :-)
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