It’s the little things

Yes, the little things, and, not wanting to repeat myself…(as if!)

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…which keep me going.

Keep me going in the context of book promotion and belief in myself as a writer. Not keep me going as in…

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(Why aren’t advertisements for laxatives always like this? {Probably because no-one realises they’re advertisements for laxatives!})

Here is a truism for writers everywhere: It’s not that easy keeping up the momentum of getting your work out to an appreciative audience – well, to ANY audience.

For me, it’s a daily act of courage. That might sound a little bit over-dramatic, but I am, after all, a writer. Really, for me, every time I go out there I have to step over, clamber over, drag myself over a massive wall built of insecurity and self-doubt.

Oh, get over it, Caroline.

Get over it I have to.

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Only there are less handholds and footholds. And my legs aren’t that flexible. And my grip’s not that strong. And I haven’t got a safety rope and harness.

So it’s the little things…and they keep on happening, just enough, every day, to keep me going.

Yesterday, a friend at my creative writing class said, broad smile on her face, that she was half way through Of Night and Light and that she’d shown it to her 15-year-old grandson. Grandson, mark you. Like. A TEENAGE BOY. He had started reading it. His first comment: “It’s a bit…girlie.” His second comment, three chapters in: “It’s a real page turner.”

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(That wasn’t one of those little things, it was a huge massive great ENORMOUS thing for me).

Today, the the post office I bumped into a neighbour who’d been given a copy of Of Night and Light by Peter (not me – I was too cowardly!) That was ages ago and nothing had been said, so I’d thought…well, you can imagine all the stories I made up.

Even today, I couldn’t bring myself to mention it. SHE did. Her teenage daughter’s reading it at the moment (a reluctant reader) and finding it fun and fast-moving. And could I give her lots of my promotional postcards because there are two schools where she’s keen to hand them out?

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Thank you, everyone, whose encouragement and positivity keeps my sun shining and me moving onwards and upwards.

Couldn’t do it without you. Or, I could, but it would most likely be a wretched and lonely journey.

I said it was the little things.

I think that’s severely underestimating their power.

 

 

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