My obsessive admiration for Steven P. Jobs and his crack squad of wunderkinder at Apple is well-known by anyone who has spoken to me for more than five minutes. (Um, I’d like to take this opportunity to apologize for this, too…)
So yeah, I know that this may be a little thing, but still… I can’t help but feel a little thrill when I visit iTunes and type in my name and…
There I am. Well, my audiobook, at least.
I don’t know why it hits me so strongly. It’s just One of Those Things, I guess. You never think about it or anticipate it and then it just hits you. In fact, I didn’t think about it until five minutes ago, and my audiobook came out six weeks ago! But I thought about it just now and I checked and there it was.
I think it’s similar to the thrill authors feel the first time they see their books on the shelves of their local bookstores. You just get this moment of reality colliding with the fantasy in your mind as that fantasy becomes true.
In this case, it’s a virtual bookshelf, but it’s one stocked by the guy who oversaw and micromanaged into existence all the cool computer toys I play with.
So, y’know, it’s me and Steve and my hero, Bruce Springsteen, and…
Oh, shut up and let me dream!