On Sunday, my book will have been out in the world for one month.
I’ve gone from being incredibly nervous, to being elated, stressed, joyful, tired, back to nervous, and then elated again.
Bearing in mind that I’m an anxious sort of person, I’m pleased with how I’ve coped and how much I’ve enjoyed it. It helps, of course, that my reviews have been positive beyond my wildest dreams! I know that the inevitable bad review will happen, but at least I now have a cushion of praise to hold in front of my face and soften the blow.
I’d been warned that a book release – whether digital or print – is always a kind of anticlimax for the writer (nothing, after all, can compare to the years of working, wondering, hoping and dreaming of publication), so I was prepared for that.
I was also prepared to feel terrified, exposed or ignored.
I wasn’t, I’ll be honest, prepared for the overwhelming amount of support and kindness; the nice comments, the amazing reviews, the pats on the back.
Thank you. Seriously, everybody who has bought the book, reviewed it, commented, sent me nice emails, messages, cards and tweets – thank you.