metamorphosis

It’s a jolly good thing no one told me that public speaking comes to those who write. Although, to be honest, there’s a boat load of things I kind of knew but chose to forget while working on Mennonites Don’t Dance. For instance, when dipping my pen nib into people’s lives and characters, wondering what the consequences might be, I thought to myself, There’s a better than good chance I’ll never find a publisher, anyway! See how consoling delusion can be?

Now, though, the book is almost ready. And in a few months, once the stories become a book, the metamorphosis of a hermit to a confident solo speaker who flits from stage to stage, must also find some path to completion. Anyone know where to find a good chrysalis?

In the meantime, though, a limited edition print of the artwork used for my book cover just arrived in the mail! It turns out that Madalina Lordache-Levy’s award-winning piece, “The Suicide,” was not only what Mennonites needed to turn it from words on paper to something that can be touched and felt, but was also exactly what was missing from the wall above where I write.