Flowing in the Gossamer Fold arrived.

The books arrived yesterday.

I drove to my parents' house to pick them up.

It was night. As soon as I pulled into the driveway my parents stepped out of a side door into the garage. The brown boxes unopened on the concrete where the post person left them.

My dad said they were heavy, and helped me take one of the boxes into the kitchen. I had to use the restroom, so I did. Walking down the hallway of my parents' home, everything was sideways with excitement. I washed my hands. Back into the kitchen with their beaming faces. I cut open a box with my pocket knife.

Each of us held a book in some sort of moment that might never happen again, that same feeling. My mom said that she he was proud of me, so did my dad.

I said that I wanted to write something nice in their copies, but I'm not sure what yet.

My dad said that he would take it to work with him and read it. I gave them hugs. My dad helped me carry the boxes to my car. We put them on the floor, and in the seats, like children and animals.

They watched me back out of the driveway. The spotlight that always gathered bugs, gathered bugs.
It was a long drive home. I touched one of the books while I drove, put it in my lap. I decided that one was mine. I did not listen to music, only the air against the driver-side window.

I am packing up all of the preorders, they will be in the mail soon. I am excited for people to have them and too read them. Thank you to everyone who's been supportive already. Thank you to David McNamara and Chi Birmingham for making such a beautiful book. And thank you to David Peak for taking this text (that I first sent to him over a year ago) and believing in it enough to make all of this happen. Thank you.

You can now order the book directly from Blue Square Press.

Coffee this morning was smooth and delicious.

Cat.