The rewards of a writer's life

Sunday, May 2, 2010

One day, years ago, I came downstairs to find my son engrossed in a Philadelphia magazine story.  I'd written the story for him—the tale of his first official soccer goal—and I'd put him out there, in the world, with the likes of his heroes, Beckham and Ronaldo.  I loved writing the story, but I loved watching that goal far more, and today what I love most of all is this photograph that sits on my sill, the picture I snapped when I came downstairs to find the little guy bemused by the words I'd written.  Sometimes we're not sure if we're publishing the right book, or the right story.  I never had doubts about this one.

Another reward:  Finding a review like this one, on the classy blog, Stiletto Storytime.  I love being included on a blog that boasts stilettos, and I am so grateful for this reader's appreciation of The Heart is Not a Size.

6 comments:

Mandy said...

That's so cool that you wrote and published a story about his first soccer goal! I'm sure you were the cool mom for that. :)

Hi I'm Jennie! said...

What a great story!!! And thank you for popping up on all the blogs who are reviewing The Threadbare Heart, with happy words of support. Now I want to do the same for you and my other writer friends! What a great idea! Now if only you'd tell me how you find the TIME!!!!

怡如 said...

若對自己誠實,日積月累,就無法對別人不忠了。........................................

Sherry said...

The photo is preciousness and happiness.

Anna Lefler said...

OMG, what a precious photo.

A treasure...

XO

A.

Pam said...

Ronaldo is my hero too!

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