you like it.
I have a manuscript ready to submit. It’s sitting on my desk right next to me. I can’t quite get myself to mail it, yet. The idea of putting it in someone else’s hands sends me back to my childhood, when I would write something, pour everything onto the paper, and hand it to someone, desperate for their their acknowledgement, approval, and appreciation. No matter how old you are, handing someone your writing is like handing them your heart.
See you at the post office.
(c) 2012 Elizabeth Ehrenfest Steinglass, all rights reserved