Love is Sent with the Hope that it is Received

Waiting for the release of my new book reminds me a little of how I felt while I was waiting to get the results of my breast biopsy twelve years ago. While writing a story is not a life or death situation, it's the awful not knowing. What will the verdict be?

We all want others to love what we love, care about what we care about, don't we. To become one, just for a little while. Books can do that. And this one means so much to me for so many reasons that I wake up in the wee hours with crossed fingers. Prayers are uttered. Candles lit. And I wait to see how my offering will be received.