I’ve been a writer for a long time, but there are certain moments that never pall: such as holding your first copy of your newest book. Examining the dust jacket, turning the pages, seeing the people who existed first in your mind, then on your screen, then in (marked-up) manuscript, come fully alive, now, in this object that can be held in the hand, stuffed in a bag or backpack and carried anywhere and everywhere, opened and dog-eared and coffee’d on and passed from hand to hand…well. I had that pleasure yesterday with Kissing the Bee, and it never, ever gets old.