When I opened the box it was kind of a head rush; then it didn’t seem real, like if I opened the cover nothing would be inside. It took a little getting used to seeing my words in such a different format–not scribbled notes on lined paper, not on a computer screen, not on loose manuscript pages.

My ARCs will arrive at my doorstep soon–all 20! I will actually be able to hold onto my “almost-final” book, and guess what? I get to read it again. This has to be the last time. I wonder if F. Scott Fitzgerald read Gatsby as many times as I’ve read Sliding on the Edge? Wish I could ask him.