Well after pulling out all the stops and knuckling down to some real work when I was off work, I finally handed all the photos and text to my publisher. That’s right the book is into the next phase, they have a lot of work to do but hopefully it will be done and published by Christmas. My book even has its own ISBN number, so I am kind of excited, and looking forward for the next stage of my life (thesis and Slate guide book).
Have I got anymore books in me? Maybe I have, but mums the word for now. After the big hand over which was a little underwhelming, given all my book consists of at the moment is a DVD of words and pictures and a few slides. I came back and my life felt rather empty, as if there was one less thing that needed doing. Writing this book was like having a hamster, in that it last three years and took up more of my life than I expected. Now its done I just have to bury the thing at the back of the garden and move on.
To get over the grief of it I am having to take myself to the pub, but not before I go for a short run round the lake.
Take comfort Mark. You’ll be able to see your fertile egg (manuscript) grow into fully fledged offspring (book) over the coming weeks. Bells and whistles and a twenty-one gun salute will come in time when the little blighter is off to university and you and I have no more nurturing to do.