The Surreal 6×9
March 4, 2011
IT IS A SUBLIME EXPERIENCE HOLDING YOUR OWN BOOK IN YOUR HAND FOR THE FIRST TIME.
For me, it’s surreal. All the daydreaming and planning, pacing a trench in the patio stones, all those late nights typing away, all the editing and tweaking, all the fuss. Drafts and drafts–revelation and innovation. More editing. More hair-pulling.
There’s the moments of frustration and indecision, and you cry aloud: “Is this really worth it?” I used to have hobbies and a semblance of a life. My annoyed wife waiting to go to the movies. The world outside my basement and the more nefarious one churning in my own head.
And then there it is, sitting in your hand, bound and glossy. A rectangle of you all painted and pretty.