I allowed myself a small, self-indulgent moment when the first dribblings of tweets and publicity trails arrived.
I felt good about the fact that I’m honestly not out to make money from this book. It’s always been about the process of creation for me. About the fact that I finally listened to my inner voice …. that I simply had a story that I wanted to tell and to share with others.
I smiled and I pondered as I looked out upon our beautiful valley here. It really has been a mammoth task – but so satisfying and so uplifting an experience.
So, I got ready to go out, to meet my fellow writers and to bask in the warm glow of their support and artistic inspiration.
And then my husband said; “I hope you’re not going out like that. The budgie shat in your hair and you never even noticed.”