I was in the middle of teaching a class on crime this Saturday for the delightful Inkwell.ie when it hit me that I was talking to seven talented people who face a Herculean task.
Without wishing to disillusion them, I tried to explain how writing a novel was one thing, but the real difficulty author’s face is getting published. And that even should they be lucky enough to get an agent or a publishing house, there is still a long road before them to get ‘out there’. Friends and family will buy your novel, but to gain a wider audience means hard work and dedication and, truthfully, this can be a bit of a slog.
I am doing a touch of slogging myself at the moment. I hand delivered The Chosen to the various media outlets, who, if I am lucky, might review it, I’ve dropped posters to shops thither and yon, signed novels in store and need to go get my hands on some wine today for the launch party on Wednesday (19th) at The Gutter Bookshop.
Basically it’s all go. Finding time to write at the moment is next to impossible. But am I complaining, no, because it’s so worth it. When I walk through the doors of a book shop and see my book on a shelf, or get an email from a person saying how much they enjoyed my novel, the little flutter of pure joy I feel reminds me that this is the reward for the work, this is why I do it.
I asked the authors on Saturday where they saw themselves in a year’s time. I hope they email me on the 15th of October 2012, and I hope when they do they are feeling that same little flutter.