It is now a matter of hours, of breaths.
I am about to start on my journey, bearing Oleander Girl to her readers.
Yes, I’m elated.
Yes, I’m terrified.
Above all, I feel a strange quiet. I’ve done everything I could. I've written the best book I knew how to write. It’s now in larger hands than mine. The hands of the Universe.
In the coming months I will depend on the kindness of friends—and sometimes strangers. And on all of you.
Through your comments I’ve come to know you a little bit. And you’ve come to know me. Because we’re involved in the same crazy, glorious enterprise: fashioning words into stars.
I’ll need encouragement as the reviews start coming. I’ll need positive thoughts to wrap myself in as I stand in front of people I don’t know and bare my heart—because our books are our hearts. I hope you’ll keep me in your thoughts, so I can keep believing in my work.
Thank you for all your comments and suggestions through these weeks.
I wish you the very best as I set off on my adventure. Many of you have books coming out in the next few months—may all your wishes for them come true.
And here’s mine, which Chaucer pronounced beautifully and timelessly in the beginning of his Troilus and Criseyde:
“Go, litel bok . . .
And red whereso thow be, or elles songe,
That thow be understood, God I biseche!”