Rhode Island is back to rain, which makes getting out of bed much harder--it's gloomy, there's no light to soften the morning, and the delicate patter of raindrops is a lullaby, singing, "Don't get out of bed, Jenny. Slumber all day long, just go back to sleep...longer...and longer..."
The sensation carried on throughout the day. I was craving coffee at my desk all afternoon, and that never happens.
Anyway: the joyful moment. It came when Donita from the Providence Journal, the reporter who put my face on the cover of the ProJo a few weeks back, called for a follow-up interview.
There is the what-you'd-expect side of being interviewed that made it special: wow, someone cares! Wow, what a thoughtful question! Wow, I got to talk about myself for a solid hour!
That in itself is flattering. But the best part of the conversation was when she told me that she was going through my blog and came across My Purple Flower Moment. Even though she'd never read the book that I discussed, she said the blog moved her to tears. "Your writing. Her writing. I couldn't believe it, but I was crying at my desk."
Now, my typical goal as a writer is to make people laugh and not cry, but this was a different sort of post, and the fact that she read it, and responded in such a way (and told me about it) was the highest compliment I could've received.
So, thank you to all the readers out there who make what I do feel worthwhile.