Having a book out in the wide world is a little like having a young child, and then sending them out to earn a farthing a week with a local Chimney Sweep...I was born a century too late... Just as I would about the child, I worry, you see. I wring my hands (metaphorically, you understand - I have an 'app' to do it for me, which saves me from further injuring my aged fingers), I pace the floor (another 'app'), and I lie awake in bed, thinking about it (and just as soon as they come up with an 'app' for that, you can bet that I'll be at the front of the line).
The online persona that I have created is an honest one: this really is who I am, but it doesn't mean that I'm comfortable being that person - in particular in public. This does tend to cramp my style somewhat (actually, it's less of a cramping and more of an amputation) when it comes to publicising my work. With this in mind, I have a short wish list for Christmas:
1. A magic wand with which I will transform myself - not in a Caitlyn Jenner sense, you understand - into a lean (HA!), mean publicity machine.
2. A sudden and comprehensive understanding of the intricacies of social media and internet publicising in general.
3. A wodge (look it up: it's definitely a real word - I used to use it all the time) of cash in order to allow me to a) write more and work less and b) send out more sample copies to influential folks.
4. A set of balls big enough to enable me to approach media outlets and submit myself for interviews.
Having sent my list to Santa (I'm sure he's accepting mail now), I will sit back and await my new abilities/money/gonads. If I haven't been a good enough boy, however, I'm not at all sure how I will ever be able to get this book to a wider audience...so far everyone I know who's read it has been very complimentary, and surely they can't all be wrong?