Today is the day of the UK launch. So just how am I feeling today? Excited? Elated? Elevated? Well, if I had to choose another eor two, I’d probably settle upon exhausted and ecstatic all rolled into one great big eek!
So what’s to do? Champagne flutes to deliver to the Arts Centre in Stamford, pack the amp for the mood music – oh and create the playlist for it – remember to bring tea towels, table cloths and J-cloths, don’t forget to collect the guest of honour from the train station, confirm the numbers – and it would probably be a great idea to pack copies of The Thinking Tank as well. Sounds glamorous? Does it heck! Do I care? Not a jot!
It’s certainly not about glamour – although I do confess I have bought a new dress – but then I don’t need a book launch to find an excuse for that. And to be fair, when we launch next week in Holland, there will be little more for me to do than turn up and smile (might we possibly need another new dress – something elegant with a continental twist?). So what is today all about?
In so many ways it’s all about people. People you want to thank for supporting you all the way. People who have put up with endless hours of abandonment in deference to the book, and people who have advised and just been there – the cheerleaders who never allowed you to relinquish the dream.
And of course, it’s all about sales. Like a Private View at a gallery, you are hoping against hope that people will like what you have created enough to buy a copy of your work, and of course it doesn’t stop there. You are out there then. Naked. On show. And people are reading your work – commenting, judging, liking, disliking, recommending – or not. So more than anything, this is about hope. So I hope, and hope that my work will not disappoint; that there will be something within its pages that will speak to you, resonate and at least make you think. After all, wouldn’t that be why you’d buy yourself a Thinking Tank?