Forgive me for what is a very self-indulgent post this time round but there’s huge excitement in the household – and it’s nothing to do with Team GB’s brilliant successes in the Olympics. My excitement stemmed from the sight of a cardboard box delivered while I was away visiting student son in Aberdeen – a box which I knew contained my author’s copies of Thousands Pass Here Every Day, my first full poetry collection.
I didn’t open it immediately. Deferred gratification, allowing the pleasure and anticipation to build, is always best. I left it in the hall for a while before hauling it upstairs to my study. I looked at it, I patted it, and I removed and read the delivery note before, finally, slitting open the box. By the time I did so and held a copy of my poetry book in my hands I don’t believe any of our gold medallists could possibly have felt the same level of joy and satisfaction.
It looks like a real poetry book, in a way I hadn’t been able to imagine while doing the proof reading, not even when Ronny Goodyer of Indigo Dreams Publishing had sent a PDF of the cover. He and his partner Dawn Bauling have been lovely to work with, and extremely kind and patient with this rookie poet – even when I started to think about changing the poems, adding commas, removing full stops, wondering if a stanza should be split.
I am delighted three wonderful poets – Andrew Forster, Sheila Templeton and Tom Pow – have written some lovely things for the back of the book and pre-publication publicity. The official publication date is 14th September – and it’s already on Amazon and can be pre-ordered.
I am now gearing up for book launches/readings, the first of which will be around mid-September. Once everything is in place, I will put dates and venues on my website at www.marysmith.co.uk
In the meantime I carry my copy of Thousands Pass Here Every Day around the house with me. It sits on my desk while I type, close to me so I can put out a hand and stroke its glossy cover. Every so often I dip into it with a sense of astonishment, mixed with pride and delight – I wonder if the Olympic athletes feel the same about their medals?