My daughter made me this notebook cover when I first started writing The Madrigal. It has been filled with several years’ worth of book notes and life notes. As the novel gets nearer completion, I go back and read, over and over, not wanting to miss an important note… And then I look at the cover again and it amazes me that it has taken until this moment to see that this is truly a notebook.
Life is funny like that. We see the same thing in front of us for ages and then one day – we see it different. These times are the little miracles of life – that we see something new and wonderful in something that we already love. The heart sees what the eyes sometimes cannot.