It’s the balm, they say, that soothes the query-monitoring itch.
I’m excited about it–the new book–but it’s scary too, vertigo-like to start to peer into the widening crack that’s now opened into yet another world and realize I have no choice, if I’m going to capture it for the telling, but to squeeze through the opening, close my eyes, and let go . . .
‘Tis a giddy feeling, is it not?