Quote of the Week from Anne Lamott

As a reminder, I am posting this purely in fun.

I remember one year my friend Carpenter and I had books out on the same day. We talked about it all summer. We each pretended to have modest expectations. I had modest expectations for his book; he had modest expectations for mine. The week before, we talked almost every morning about how excited we were and what a long time we had waited, and how it was just like being a little kid waiting for Christmas Eve. Finally the big day arrived and I woke up happy, embarrassed in advance by all the praise and attention that would be forthcoming. I made coffee and practiced digging my toe in the dirt, and called Pammy and a few friends to let them congratulate me. Then I waited for the phone to ring. the phone did not know its part. It sat there silent as death with a head cold. By noon the noise of it not ringing began to wear badly on my nerves. Luckily, though, by noon it was time for the first beer of the day. I sat by the phone like a loyal dog, waiting for it to ring. Finally, finally it rang at four. I picked up the phone and heard Carpenter laughing hysterically, like some serial killer, and then I became hysterical, and eventually we both had to be sedated.

Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird, p. 213

9 thoughts on “Quote of the Week from Anne Lamott

    1. Ha ha … maybe I should call you up, and laugh hysterically!

      Actually, my experience hasn’t been like hers. I wasn’t expecting any fanfare, and actually, a number of people have reached out to me. I’m indie publishing, so I know that if there is going to be an event such as a tour or reading, I’m going to have to cause it.


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