While watching the ALA announcements this morning, I thought of my own writing and asked myself questions. My soliloquy is something that will fit in to my manuscript. Sharing my note to self. Who in real life ever admits to fitting in? I do not believe I have ever met a writer who believes she or he fit in growing up. I do not know any writer who now thinks she or he fits in. Fits in to what? Is there a secret password for those who know they fit in to whatever that In is? How does it feel to fit in without doubt or duress? How does it feel to wake up every day without wondering about if you’re normal, a member of that In crowd? I have never experienced the luxury of that sense of self. I’m not sure what I would do with it. I don’t know if I would like it. To be or not to be. Those are my questions.