I remember how incredibly taken aback I was when my first non-fiction book came out and people began emailing me to thank me for its useful, practical advice – and it’s even more bewildering with fiction.
I popped into my local bookshop last week and the lovely owner came over to tell me how much he was enjoying book one of The Mapmaker Chronicles. I think I physically jumped about ten centimetres.
“You’re reading it?” I whispered.
“Yes,” he whispered back. “People will, you know.”
Even stranger is the realisation that I have to read it myself. Aloud.
Tomorrow I am heading in to my sons’ school to do the first ever talks about The Mapmaker Chronicles. Two sessions, with just me and 60-odd tweens in each.
I had to choose a passage to read from the book, and, having ummmed and aaaahed for days, I eventually just emailed my publisher and asked, ‘which bit would you read?’
She came back in minutes to suggest one of the most exciting sections of the book. Of course.
So now I am standing in front of a mirror, practising. In my mind, I look and sound like Cate Blanchett, but I’m suspecting the reality may be somewhat removed from that.
Wish me luck.
PS: I took a photo of the acknowledgements page. That’s you!