Monday, April 11, 2011
I got a note today from a woman thanking me (like, five times) for signing a book for her husband. She wanted me to know how much it meant to him to have my good wishes and signature on his 35th birthday.
I don't know if most people realize what a joy it is to be asked to sign a book. That little bit of ink confirms the transcendence the written word. It acknowledges the bond between writer and reader, the connection of separate generations and complete strangers, the writer's effort and the almost unbelievable power of literacy. So if you ever want a book signed, I would LOVE to. I will feel honored and I always have 6-10 fine tip sharpies in the back pack.