A box of books arrived for me last night. I threw it in the back of my car, thinking it held copies of Reading the Wind (which I am also expecting, but which I've seen), and it turned out to be the Wings of Creation hardbacks. The book design is very beautiful; the cover and the colors and all of that even prettier than the other two books.
There's a moment when you first hold a finished book and it feels like a just-birthed child.
It's one of the moments when writing is worth it.
Now, don't ...
Published on November 03, 2009 12:51