Good morning Sunday Letter friends,
I can’t believe my new book—Gene, Everywhere—will be out in 17 days. After all the thinking and scribbling and typing and editing and grinding of teeth, it only took 9 years and 17 days. LOL.
If I’m being honest, this is when the doubt creeps in.
A Healthy Dose of Doubt
This is when I start to worry no one will like my next book. That no one will read, or if they do, they won’t relate. ThisiswhenIstarttodoubteverythingI’veeverwrittenordoneorsaidorbelieved.
I suppose this is human nature? Or better said, those who never doubt themselves probably don’t see themselves clearly.
Doubt aside, this is also when I get excited because I’m proud to share Gene, Everywhere with you. I believe our society is quick to disregard the elderly. We focus way too much on the superstars, the actors and athletes, the infamous who become so in ways that should never be acknowledged, much less celebrated. Gene, Everywhere is a quiet, honest story about my father-in-law, an ordinary man who was extraordinary in the simple way he lived his life, the way he loved his family and his God. The way he affected me (and Lucy).
Will it be for everyone? Of course not. No book is. But I have faith that those of us who are in mid-to-later life will relate. Those of us who are facing our own issues with aging and health and the empty nest and change of career and retirement. Those of us helping aging parents. Caretakers everywhere.
Even when doubt over my writing or editing skills or my storytelling abilities creeps in, I remind myself that regular people deserve to be honored and real stories deserve to be written. Gene, Everywhere is my way of doing this.
I’m disheartened that our local independent bookstore, Nightbird Books, is closing. I don’t know the reason(s). I can only imagine the owner, Lisa Sharp, who has been very supportive of local authors in Northwest Arkansas, is ready to move on to other ventures. And I imagine owning a bookstore during the time of Amazon is like paddling upstream on a windy day in a leaky canoe.
What sort of society supports a vape shop on every corner but not one indie bookstore? Ours, evidently.
Y’all. If you are lucky enough to live near a local bookstore, do what you can to support it. It costs nothing to attend bookstore events and to share the bookstore’s posts on Facebook. If you plan to buy a book, why not order and buy it there, at least on occasion? It’s all part of being a good literary citizen.
On Friday afternoon, John and I went to browse Nightbird Books and say a final goodbye. Everything was 30% off. The shelves are beginning to empty.
I found a few new treasures.
I wanted to buy all the inventory. Really, I want to buy the store.
I’ve always wanted to own a bookstore.
It seems my dreams have always bordered a bit on the illogical side. No doubt about that.
The Saturday Train
Well, this is embarrassing.
I despise typos as much as the next grammarian. But it happens, y’all.
My latest Delta Child article in Front Porch magazine has a typo in the title.
If you are a subscriber, just know the article should be titled The Saturday Train.
That is all.
We still don’t have the first daffodil bloom at our house, but they sure are trying. I go outside to check on them every day. And yes, I talk to them a bit, give them a few encouraging words.
I’ve seen a few blossoms around the neighborhood, but we only planted our bulbs 4 years ago. In daffodil years, they aren’t very old. They like to wait until it’s safe to come out. And they may not completely trust us yet.
Things Momma Says:
Momma is still at the farm, but my sister and I are going to fetch her this week. More from Momma soon!
Thanks for reading another Sunday Letter.
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.