Well, dear readers, what an interesting time an author has as he or she leans back in the chair and shouts 'Hurrah, I have finished the book!’
Such joy! Why it has been compared in literary circles to the fulfilment of giving birth. But while I felt great joy at this moment of satisfaction, as if a huge weight had fallen from my shoulders (if not my stomach), the real work has only just begun, (as the song says!)
Off for the editing, of which I feel quietly composed, but then there’s the title, the cover, the print, the layout, the design, the size, the synopsis, the media release, the blurb, the sales lists, the library lists, the launch dates, the invitations, the publicity, the promotional aids, the book stores, and on and on and on.
Head down bottom up, bravely we writers tackle all the above, if not with quite the enthusiasm of writing the book, at least with the knowledge that this is 'grist for the mill' and it will all be alright in the end, and why, HOLLYWOOD might come calling with a lucrative book buy, and... fame at last! Well, at least appreciation!
In a state of extreme exhaustion after recently contemplating all that was before me, I came across an old friend down the road. 'You do look tired,' he said to me solicitously, ' Been burning the candle at both ends?'
'Not really,' I answered modestly. 'I have just finished writing my book.'
'Really,’ he answered brightly, 'Well, that's good. What new book are you getting started on writing now?'
I told him in no uncertain terms where I would like to shove my new book, IF I can ever find the energy and time to write one, and left him scratching his head at the idiosyncrasies of authors who sit idling their time away at the computer all day. Ah well, tomorrow is another day!
(Proud father of Shadows of Doubt, due in a couple of weeks.) Ed.