In college and the years following, I helped coordinate many weddings. So when it came time to plan our wedding, it was like second nature to me. I did much of the work myself, mostly because I enjoyed it, but I moved through the process somewhat on auto-pilot. Standing in the back of the church on the morning of our wedding, I took my dad’s arm when it was time, and gazed down that very long aisle. And suddenly it dawned on me; this was my day! This was my (our) party! Cue the tears!
Well, that’s the feeling I’ve had recently. Over the last few months, I’ve been in the process of collecting some of the prayers and poems I’ve posted here in the past, and compiling them into book form. My primary purpose in doing this is to go through the CreateSpace process (that’s Amazon’s self-publishing company) in order to be better equipped to help others publish their books. But now I can see why authors get attached to their works and even liken the publishing process to giving birth. It may very well be crap, but it’s my crap, gosh, darn it! At any rate, I’m enjoying the process–although it is weird trying to edit myself (and for that reason, I’ll be sure to have another set of eyes look this over) and I look forward to a finished product within a month or so.