For the entirety of my time writing The Circle of Fire, all I could think of was the writing. The story was all that I ever saw. There wasn’t anything else involved.
All I had was the desire to finish my story. For the vast majority of the time, I didn’t even consider the reality of actually getting the story published. I was just plonking along writing my book because it was the story I’d wanted to read.
I’d wanted to read the story I was writing, no one else had written it yet, but the thought that others would as well didn’t come straight away and the idea that others could want to read anything else I had to say was much the same.
So I used the interweb as a method of communication with the rest of the planet but now I’m having to delve into the horrors of the real.
In the real world I’ve had to discover that there’s even more. I’ve had my very own business cards printed and I’ve ordered all of the books ready for the excitement of this weekend..
I have my very own signing event organised for this coming Saturday and I’m more than a little apprehensive. Meeting with the public and talking with them face to face. Sharing thoughts and ideas.
Next weekend I take my very first faltering step into the wider world of being an author. A world that is so much more than just me sat at my keyboard.
If you’re in the area, come on down. The more the merrier.