Wednesday, March 19, 2014
That Florence novel is also, thanks to the great (loving) patience of editor Tamra Tuller and the impeccable copy editing and exceptional kindness of one Debbie DeFord Minerva, done. Oh my goodness, it is done. The hardest book I ever wrote. The fear that it would not be "good enough," finally ebbed in full this weekend, as I took one last crack at the pages that had resisted me for many months. In the midst of that work, a note (and then more notes) from Debbie filtered in.
Sometimes the impossible is not finally impossible.
And we are rarely alone.
It's almost spring, or should be soon. The hard husks inside the earth are softening. The nests are wanting eggs.
My Florence novel is also a West Philadelphia novel.
That novel is finally done.