Rare moments for a writer

that day when a woman, who you are aware had bought your book months ago, rushes up to you with a smile as broad as the Nullabour and recounts the many miniscule parts of your book she loved… and the surpise and pleasure robs you of words of thanks

when a bookclub chooses your book as their choice for the month then ask you to attend their meeting and you wonder what you can say-but when you do speak, all present listen attentively to every word and you feel like you are no longer only a writer but an author