For those of you who don't read the comments, it seems there is a vast place somewhere in the Live Journal sky where people can check what is posted and choose to respond, so that is how interesting, interested individuals sometimes come to me. I find it fascinating and know there is no longer time to comb through all the possibilities this world offers, and that is okay. There is more than enough for all.
Debra asked me today if agreeing not to write on the book this week is like having a daughter away at camp. I love the image and idea of it. I think it is. I only have sons, but I do know what having my sons at camp was like, especially when my stamped postcards rarely returned except with the camper and disgustingly dirty laundry.
This is like having a daughter at camp. I like thinking of the book as female, and there is a freedom in the gift of this time. There is a playfulness to it and I do miss working on the book and yet I have this space and time for the new to enter. I like it and I can't wait to get my hands back on the book. We, the book and I, are a team now so having it out of reach this week is a change for me, and I accept what comes in its place.
