I am an author.
I have been saying for several years now, when asked what I do, “I’m a writer”. It’s an easy phrase to toss off, until the inevitable follow-up question arrives. “Oh, what do you write? Would I have read anything of yours?” Fortunately for my ego, I can respond by saying I have been a magazine writer and editor, I wrote opinion pieces for my local newspaper, I was a radio journalist for a while, but now I’m trying my hand at both fiction and a memoir.
It is the memoir that was finished first, and it is the memoir that will be published and launched in just a couple of days. I chose October 1st because it would have been my parents’ 61st wedding anniversary and this book is so much about them. And about my siblings and their families, and my extended, and so many friends, so many meals. It was a work of love in very many ways to write. Now it’s a work of faith to present it to the public and see what they have to say.
Oh, my friends and my family have been supportive in ways I truly was not expecting. And that is both gratifying and humbling. What will be interesting is to see who else buys the book, who are the people I don’t know who might want to read my stories, cook my food.
Given the tiny sliver of success this first book has provided me, I am already considering how to follow up the experience, how to broaden the experience, so that not only do I continue to tell stories and share food, but create opportunities that will lead to stories and meals I cannot even imagine right now.
I have begun the process with the tentative step of a new blog (not that I’m giving up this one — that would be silly. And I need it!) and we’ll see how things develop over the next few weeks.
I’ll be back after the weekend after the launch (what a full first four days of October we have!!) with photos and stories and I expect a great deal more gratitude. And somewhat calmer nerves.