Everything Is Copy
Have you watched the new Nora Ephron documentary “Everything Is Copy“? I can’t wait. I’ve sat down with a glass of wine three times now attempting to watch it and have either had to tend to a little boy who needed to sleep in mommy’s bed or have had Internet issues…such is life. I’m a huge fan of Nora. I adore her fiction from Heartburn to “Sleepless in Seattle,” as well as her honest, hilarious, down-to-earth personal writing. When I first published The Violets of March, I sent Nora a copy of my book. I remember feeling so shy and silly about it. I didn’t expect in a million years that she’d acknowledge me, much less read it, but sure enough, her assistant was kind enough to write me an email to say that Nora had received the book, was grateful, and had it on her bedside table. That was enough for me, and it always will be.
I was so sad to hear of Nora’s passing, but her words live on. And, oh yes, everything, everything is copy.