Strange stuff happens.
Yesterday I was sitting in a cafe, writing. My brand-spanking new copy of A Three Dog Life was sitting on the table in front of me.
Lo and behold, a fellow reader happened up and prepared to sit down. Before she got her iced tea placed just so on the table beside me, A Three Dog Life caught her eye. We made small talk about the book for a minute or so, and then her friend joined her. The three of us began a conversation that lasted more than two hours.
Pretty sure neither of these women imagined spending their lunch talking to a stranger. I sure didn't plan on such a thing. But from the moment we started really talking, I felt we'd stepped into the center of the big wheel of Karma. They both have fascinating stories and one has what I think is a fabulous idea for a non-fiction book. She and I exchanged e-mails this evening and agreed in principal to work together. I'm incredibly excited about the project and look forward to telling you all more about it as soon as we've ironed out our next action items.
This reminds me: never, ever, ever give up. Things may feel rotten. You may think you've failed as a wife or a mother or a writer. Possibly even as a husband or the gate-keeping swain in a kingdom of swine. Wallow in those feelings as much as necessary, but remember that this, too, shall pass.
In the words of the inemitable Dee Ready, "The sun rises, and the sun sets."
The sun was pretty low on the horizon last weekend, but it's rebounding in many ways right about now. Updates soon.