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There’s this song by Sara Melson (I can’t remember how I discovered it or her…Entertainment Weekly? iTunes? KCRW? I probably heard it in an episode of Gossip Girl or The Hills, embarrassingly enough) that I can’t get out my head. It’s called: “Feel It Coming.”

 

Now, before you let your mind go there, let me explain why I bring it up. It’s not my favorite new tune but it does capture what I’ve been feeling lately, which is namely, anticipation.

 

Here’s a line from the chorus: “Something better’s coming…I feel it coming” and then she sings that last bit a bunch of times. (Since I respect her copyright, I can’t quote more than two lines, so click here to read the full lyrics.) Granted, in print, the lyric ain’t all that but when she sings it, I know I can feel it coming.

 

But what’s the “it”? Could be that since spring is blooming like crazy in NYC this week that it’s the summer that’s “coming.” And that’s part of it for sure: I love summer. I live for warm weather and sunshine. My mood is generally better and I have more energy. Plus, the clothes are cuter. (The guys I know like the summer for the same reason: once it’s above 65, women in the city start walking around practically naked. What’s not to like–if you’re a guy, I mean.)

 

But this spring is decidedly different. This spring I open a magazine and there’s my name and more importantly, my book, right there on the page. This spring a messenger delivers a package and inside is a hot-off-the-press copy of said book. This spring I have not only Facebook friends but also a Facebook Fan page for my book. This spring I will walk into a bookstore and there it will be (hopefully on a “Great Beach Reads” table by the front door and not shoved in the “R’s” on the 5th floor). This spring I will somehow get up in front of friends, family and strangers and read from my book–the same one that until only recently was several different Word files on my computer under “Hamptons Novel.”

 

Well, Sara, you got me. I feel it coming soon, too–whatever “it” turns out to be. And you know what? I’m ready.