I can’t sleep.
I am not sure whether this is because I had a nap this afternoon or because my book is released in the UK tomorrow and I’m feeling nervous. It’s probably a bit of both, isn’t it?
So I’m drinking decaf tea, checking Facebook and trying to make myself sleepy.
I’m trying to work out why I’m nervous. I think I had expected to be worried about what people will think of the book – and I’m sure that time will come (swiftly on the heels of the first mildly negative review) – but I’m not worrying about that at the moment. At the moment I feel very proud of the book I’ve written, hopeful that it will be helpful and generally resigned to the fact that I can’t change it now.
I’m nervous because I don’t think I’m doing this ‘book launch’ thing very well. I’ve been awake at nights wondering how to make sure the book arrives into the world with fanfares and streamers – other people seem to do such fancy and creative things. My book will arrive in the world like so many of our babies – welcomed by a few, treasured by a few and celebrated by those who have already decided they will love it.
I guess I’m not very good at the celebration thing – the ‘let’s make this into a proper occasion’ thing.
Deep down I want to tell everyone that I wrote a book! A whole entire book! And it’s actually pretty good! But I’m not sure how, so I’ll blush and smile and knock something over to distract you while I leave a copy of my book in your hands and run away.
Definitely the coolest method. That’s me. Cool.