I know that, in this day and age, actual books made with paper and glue are becoming somewhat obsolete, nudged out by Kindles, iBooks, audio books, etc but none of them seduce me in the same way as a real book. Holding a thick paperback in my hands, letting the black print of the words gaze softly into=my eyes is a magical feeling.
But despite my lifelong book love affair, I never dreamed of actually being an author. That was reserved for those, well, inspirational folk.
See, It’s all yoga’s fault.
I never would have taken on the monumental task of bringing a book to life if it wasn’t for that damn pigeon pose. …