Well they’re not ruined... but that’s what it felt like at first.
Right after I wrote the post yesterday, I had all my books spread out around me–on the sofa, on the floor, on the table–and I went to put my computer down on the table, except, because the screen was up, I couldn’t see my glass of sparkling water and I knocked it over on several books.
Each time this happens, although my initial feeling is that since the books are no longer perfect, they’re ruined, I try to combat that feeling by memorizing everything about the moment.
I was in Provincetown, in my favorite place to stay, I’d just finished a manuscript revision, just finished writing a post. It was evening, the tide was coming in.
And then each time I pick up those books in the future, instead of thinking ruined, I remember the moment…