I gave birth earlier this week. The delivery was virtually painless—the cute little thing only weighs 12.9 ounces. The gestation period, however, was l-o-n-g. Almost two years from conception to birth.
Before you begin imagining:
(a) I’ve dipped into someone else’s prescription drugs
(b) I’ve made several typos in this opening paragraph
(c) I have a newborn baby I should be taking care of…
…let me explain.
On Tuesday my new children’s book came out. Its “co-parent” is my good pal Debbie Macomber. You may have heard of her—she writes women’s fiction, shows up regularly on The New York Times Bestseller List, and has 60 or 70 million books in print. She’s appeared in my blog several times, too. It was Debbie who encouraged (badgered) me to take up knitting.
So run, don’t walk, to your nearest bookstore. But before you go, watch this video of Debbie and me talking about The Truly Terribly Horrible Sweater That Grandma Knit.
I have to go now. I feel a sudden need to hold my baby.
Congratulations Mary Lou! Every child is going to love this book because you are so good at seeing the world as a child sees it. It captures so well a child's ability to change his or her mind about what they think they ilke and don't like, especially when their eyes are opened to love.
Congratulations on your new book!! First chance I get, I'll run out and pick up a copy to donate to my library. Also, please tell your friend Debbie that I (once again) tried to pick up knitting after reading my first Blossom Street book. Unfortunately, I now have a bag full of really beautiful multi-colored (fall colored) yarn, that's been sitting in my bedroom for the past 2 years! Hopefully, one of these days! Peggy aka - sligo702
