Reader, it was the day of my book-launch party.
Excitement was replacing anxiety, bolstered by a pretty updo and the decision to wear that dress. The box of books had been arranged by friends into an enticing display as I’d emptied the bins.
Gathering, greeting, performing, signing – signing! and finally, dispersing.
I’m used to coming home, thinking ‘I should’ve said this thing, I shouldn’t have done this thing.’
I’m not used to going home deeply happy, having sold all those books on the display. Books of a story I wrote. Signed copies going home with new readers.
Once the venue had been tidied and swept, corks had been popped and the night was nearly over, I got into bed, and read. I always do. Someone else’s story, a world they had created.
I can’t wait to see what happens next.