Yesterday, bitterly cold from all the bitter cold, I stopped briefly at the Thirtieth Street Station bookstore while en route to
my first day at Penn. There I was greeted with a tower of books featuring Ted Koppel, Chelsea Clinton, and me (
Love
). Everyday, ordinary company? For me, not really.
Later, at the Penn Bookstore, I was searching for something else when I discovered all these
Handling the Truth's (Handlings of Truth?) beside Mary Karr's much-publicized
The Art of Memoir (about which I'd had
so many (politely stated) concerns).
Last week I heard from a kind soul who had found
Going Over at a train station in Germany.
My point being: We write and then we let our words and stories go. We can't do a whole lot about what happens after that, except to be happily surprised when we're discovered (or when we discover ourselves).
Speaking of books, submissions have now closed for the
This Is the Story of You
giveaway. I'll have some news about that later today.
Published on January 20, 2016 04:38