Hi friends. At the signing line at a recent literary festival I sat and chatted with another author about the experience of waiting for people to show up and ask you to sign their book for you. I’ve done festivals where I’ve had a healthy line but never anything extraordinary. That day I had ten people show up, maybe, over the course of an hour, including one woman who had read everything I had ever written and two cute teenage girls who were taking a memoir writting class and were looking for “a little inspo.” One woman asked me where to buy my book and I pointed her toward the bookseller stand but then I never saw her again, which felt about as online as real life could get. There were about thirty other authors seated around us. Some were doing a brisk business. Some were like this gentlemen and myself. Sitting and talking in the summer heat in a beautiful city that would a week later
As always, there are so many gems and fabulous moments here! The one that gets taped above my computer today: "That satisfaction, that feeling of finishing, completing this beautiful task, making a piece of art, is the memory that nestles inside. We write toward that." Jami, thank you for continually giving us ways to shift our thinking, ways to see our own process in a new way.
Synchronicity happens in writing. I am far from climbing to the next rung, as you described. Just when I was feeling the weight of this place in the process, up popped The Signing Line - just what I needed to read this morning. Thank you1
Again, such lovely thoughts and quiet contemplation put into words. This is nutrient-dense to me. I would love to be able to write just like this. Thoughtful observation. Introspection. And, yes, “inspo.” 😘
Thank you for this. 💙
So much emotion on loss in your words this morning, from writing ego to drinking water. Move softly.
As always, there are so many gems and fabulous moments here! The one that gets taped above my computer today: "That satisfaction, that feeling of finishing, completing this beautiful task, making a piece of art, is the memory that nestles inside. We write toward that." Jami, thank you for continually giving us ways to shift our thinking, ways to see our own process in a new way.
I apologize for the grammar typo in the first sentence of the email! Spell check didn't catch it. ;)
Synchronicity happens in writing. I am far from climbing to the next rung, as you described. Just when I was feeling the weight of this place in the process, up popped The Signing Line - just what I needed to read this morning. Thank you1
Again, such lovely thoughts and quiet contemplation put into words. This is nutrient-dense to me. I would love to be able to write just like this. Thoughtful observation. Introspection. And, yes, “inspo.” 😘