When I set out to learn about my mother's bridge club, the Jewish octogenarians behind the matching outfits and accessories, I never expected to fall in love with them. This is the story of the ladies, their game, their gen, and the ragged path that led me back to my mother.
Boylston Historical Society
Drum roll: I signed my new book contract today. Contracts used to come on legal paper and you signed your full name and then it was sent back for counter-signature by the publisher, and then you’d receive the hard copy of your fully executed contract along with a physical check. Now, sadly, it’s all done with Docu-sign and direct deposit. If I had my way, I use a quill pen and wear velvet slippers, doublets and hose. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll Docu-sign to my dying day to have the chance to publish a book. I’m so excited, even old world weary, cynical, jaded, jaundiced, super hater me.
How do you celebrate?
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Betsy Lerner 
Congratulations!
Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay! I jump up and down and make giggling-like sounds.
Woo double hoo! Can’t wait to read it! Honestly, I am so damn happy, proud, psyched, etc., for you!
Congrats! I hug myself and eat ice cream. Wishing you a large advance and brisk sales.
That is wonderful news! Congratulations! I have yet to publish anything that needs a contract, but when I do, I’m going to send myself flowers and stay up extra-late enjoying them! Then in the morning (or dare I say afternoon) I’m going to double down on whatever I’m working on so I can do it again!
Aren’t you going to say what your new book is about? Is it a memoir? Novel? Essay collection? Do tell.
Mazel tov! Thrilled for you. Signing was less momentous than the call from my agent. I believe I may have squealed.
Congratulations! Hope you Docu-signed in style. Yes, I would probably pick up some flowers for myself, too, and then have a glass of something at a café with history, or at least good vibes.
Veuve with friends and A list family. Plus, a fancy dessert item.
Cheers, Betsy!
I behave like St Augustine whose signature I had to forge. We’re around the same age. And it’s a lot easier to do it digitally now the eye of god is no longer on you.
Hey Betsy – I just docu-signed my new book too! I love it – so easy – coming out next year with my publisher – it’s a collection of half fiction and half nonfiction, mostly published before. It’ll be so cool to see them all together. Excited about your book too! Can’t sleep so I think I’ll take you up on that free bed.
“How do you celebrate?”
Any way you like.
Congratulations, Betsy!
Congratulations!
Celebrate? As the old jazz song sez, give me a pigfoot and a bottle of beer.
I’d take a walk in search of twinkle lights, which always feel like the exact right amount of celebratory sparkle for any occasion. I might hum a little, if no one was around.
So happy for you, Betsy, and I can’t wait to read it!
Congratulations! 🥳🥳🥳 So exciting and I can’t wait to see what’s next!
I’m into the old ways. I like getting red pencil edits and seeing envelopes with that special New York address.
“How do you celebrate?”
I might preen a bit, although for me, my outfit would liken more toward wearing lots of black, and a mood.
I certainly haven’t been in this anywhere near as long, but there was something about getting that physical contract, and seeing it, and knowing it was sent to ME, with the intent to give me something for my efforts was swoon worthy. Docu-sign is a bit of bummer. (only a bit) What was traditional has gone techno. It was bound to happen.
I’m late to the party, having been out of town and up north visiting our two month old grandson, and just looking at him is its own celebration. So I guess that’s what bliss feels like. Nothing else to do but congratulate you, Betsy. You are a wonder.