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It’s real, it’s official, and it’s now available to buy, and people already have!!
I knew it was due to be released any day, but I didn’t actually get formally told that it had gone live. The moment when I saw my book for sale on Amazon, I swear I stopped breathing. The sudden realization that I’d actually done something that nobody and nothing can take away from me. It was finally a reality, not just file on my desktop anymore, but an actual product that will hopefully collect dust on several bookshelves, potentially all over the world. I then think I had a moment of ‘oh, what have I done!’ Then I found out that my first hard copy had been sold online, and the overwhelming urge to dance around my friend’s living room and behave like a giggly teenager resuscitated me. I was then whisked off to the liquor store to buy something bubbly, and our evening of crafting went all to hell in a handcart!!
My 5 year old made me smile when he discovered that I’d actually sold a copy – he declared that means I now have a proper job like daddy. It’s interesting that young children don’t see that they themselves are a full time job; ahh yes of course, I’m just a mum! As it happens I really don’t see either as a job. Being a mum is a significant part of my life, something that I find incredibly rewarding and totally frustrating all at the same time. The author thing is just a kind of hobby really, another one to add to my list of pastimes. Something to stop me going brain dead and hopefully make me more interesting so I have more to talk about than snotty noses or Lego!
You can buy a copy of Bruises directly from my publisher by clicking here. It is also available on Amazon and will soon be available on other online book stores. A synopsis is also available on the Bruises Facebook page, which you can Like & invite others to Like. I’m grateful to anyone & everyone who’s kind enough to show their support & spread the news.
It has been a long summer, entertaining the kids in-between proof reads and negotiations, but I got there in the end. Honestly, how is it possible that a three-word sentence could cause so much trouble? Well it did! I don’t know whether it just kept getting missed in the revision rounds, or even if it was identified at all at any point as not being aligned, but it certainly stood out in the final proof, when I noticed it was also still in capitals and not lowercase – the quality control check even missed it! When I pointed it out to her, my account manager was surprised it hadn’t been flagged too; she got on the case, and it was finally sorted. Meaning I could finally sign off the proofs to go to print, finally sign off the book cover designs, and finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. If all goes according to plan my book should be available for purchase in a couple of weeks… YIKES!!
It couldn’t have worked out any better. Last week was the start of a whole new chapter for me… both my boys are finally in full time school. This week will be my first real week of child freedom; the things I am going to achieve are nobody’s business. I give it three days before I’m running around like a headless chicken, and legging it into school almost late for the pickup! I have promised my husband I will take some time to ‘relax’ each day. I have no idea what it is, this ‘relax’ he speaks of, so if anyone can enlighten me I would appreciate it. What does ‘kids in school’ mean to me really? Well, reduced stress in the grocery store; no childcare worries when I have any of my various appointments; walking the dog without clock watching; the floor will stay clean for two hours after my lovely cleaner has left, instead of two minutes; actually cooking a meal instead of throwing it at the oven or crockpot and hoping that it turns itself into something edible for dinner; and of course, the most important one that all mums miss… peeing in peace!! Yes, nobody knocking on the door and trying to have a conversation with me through it. I can sit on the throne in the peace and quiet of my own home and spend a penny without any interruptions… well for a few hours anyway.
Watch this space for the official release date of my debut novel Bruises.
All right, so it was just a class of 9 year olds but still. A girl has to start somewhere, and no, I’m not branching out into writing children’s books – well not yet anyway. There I was, minding my own business outside my younger son’s classroom, waiting for the teachers to open the door, when a voice from the office behind me asked both my boys what their favorite book was. They stumbled over answering this question because they read a wide range of books, but if you asked them who is their favorite author, they would probably say the wonderful Julia Donaldson. If I’m honest, even I get excited when I see her latest offering in the bookstore. Anyway, I helped them out by prompting them to tell the mystery woman which book we are currently reading at bedtime. A chorus of ‘Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone rang out (HP is another simply marvellous series of children’s books that every grown up should read). A discussion followed, which led me to the conclusion that the mystery woman was maybe a Creative Writing or English teacher.
The doors to Junior Kindergarten finally opened and my 5 year old disappeared without so much as a goodbye (what it’s like to feel loved!), while my 7 year old continued to talk authors with Mrs. Creative Writing, who told him about her book-hungry grade 3 class who would give anything to meet an author. I don’t know why I said it but it was out of my mouth before I could stop it; I jokingly mentioned that I’m an author (well almost), though my genre would be a little inappropriate for discussing with 9 year olds. Undeterred, Mrs. Creative Writing jumped on this straight away and before I knew it I was thumbing through my diary to fix a date that coincided with her class.
Skip forward a week and there I am being shown to a large black comfy chair at the front of the classroom, 18 curious pairs of eyes watching my every move. As Mrs. Creative Writing introduced me, the students sat patiently with their pens hovering over open notebooks waiting in anticipation of something, anything they could write down. As predicted by their teacher, they were blown away by the fact I have written a real book, that will hopefully one day fill the ‘Hot & New’ section of the shelves – my hope obviously, not theirs!
So, my first ‘official’ interview! For the most part they asked relevant and appropriate questions, wanting to know things like ‘how do I choose names for my characters?’; ‘how long did it take me write my first book?’; ‘who inspires me?’; ‘how many chapters are in the book?’. I showed them notebooks that were falling apart and drawings my elder son has produced to accompany his own book idea. I tried to give them insight into how I arrange my own thoughts and ideas. They were interested, easily engaged, genuinely impressed, and fun. However, I fear their parents will have been quietly cursing me on the way home from school after being asked to make a detour via the dollar store to purchase a cheap journal. I’m trying not to think about what they might think when they find out what exactly it is I write!