It took 15 years for yesterday to arrive. For about that long, I’ve wanted a new fridge. The one we have, a 20-year-old floor model, was what we could afford at the time. This summer, we started a home improvement project, and have been without a workable kitchen for six weeks. It’s been challenging. I’m a fresh-mango-with-a-shot-of-wheatgrass kinda gal, so all the pizza, subs and take-out is getting to me. But things are looking up. Yesterday, my new fridge arrived.
A few hours after it was delivered, I got a call from my publisher saying that he’d hired a world-class cover artist to design my book (release date April ‘08). I checked out her site and was blown away. As far as book designers go, she’s a Sub-Z: top-of-the-line, edgy, pioneering. Her work graces some of the most exclusive houses in the U.S.—publishing houses, that is. For about as long as I’ve wanted a new fridge, I’ve had an eye on establishing myself as a nonfiction book author. No doubt, having a smashing cover will do wonders to help the book sell.
But what will keep it selling is what’s inside. While making final manuscript edits this month, my job is to make sure the writing is a feast for the senses, and that readers feel nourished as they turn each page. A Sub-Z supposedly “keeps fresh food fresher longer” but you have to first stock it with, well, fresh food.
Which prompts me to ask you this: Is your writing fresh, alive, raw? Or is it stale, processed, warmed over dish? When in doubt, throw it out (or hit the delete button). Then go to the market of your imagination, gather fresh inspiration and begin anew.
Speaking of new, I think I’ll meander to the kitchen, open the oil-rubbed-bronze doors of my new baby and have a look inside.
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Is my writing fresh, alive, raw? I like to think it is, especially since I just wrote, Ten Raw Truths about Work Life Happiness, on my blog.
You’re writing is always fresh and inspiring, Gina. Thanks for helping me to focus on my wildness. I’d rather be raw (rough and natural) in my writing and in my living than some watered down, afraid to offend, appropriate version of myself.
I notice that you say thank goddess on your website. What does that mean?
It means I'm nudging you to consider God as Goddess--as a woman, the Divine Feminine, the Big Mama who embraces and nurtures us daily.
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