Last Friday, I went to Red Balloon Bookshop, Next Chapter Booksellers, Magers and Quinn Booksellers, and Wild Rumpus Books and signed some stock for holiday shopping.
It was so good to step inside bookstores, to talk to booksellers, to hold books in my hands.
It moved me.
At one point, I was standing in front of a window and I looked up and saw my masked face reflected in the glass; below me were lots and lots of books. I was suddenly overcome with this profound sense of wonder.
“Here I am,” I thought, “56 years old, and I’ve always wanted to be a writer and Here. I. Am. Signing books, books I’ve written. How did it all happen? How can it be?”
I felt so much joy, so much gratitude.
Thank you, all you readers.
Thank you for this impossible, miraculous gift.
Thank you for reading.

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