I had one of those moments when you see something and time seems to pause, just for a second or two.
The postman arrived holding 3 papers with my name on.
On the back of the A4 envelope a little sticker with the words, ‘Return Address. The Society of Authors….’
Deep breath.
Be cool.
It’s official.
This new world I’ve been searching for is revealing the romantic, orderly, belonging yearnings in me, although this could be the impact of binge-watching Bridgerton.
Seriously though, I am seeing words, layouts, photos, illustrations, services, accolades, everything through a potential author’s lens.
I applied to join after a recommendation from a fellow author (say it to become it) when I was looking at my author’s contract and knew that whilst I’d reviewed 100’s of contracts in my corporate days, I didn’t know the publishing world. The Society of Authors will review the contracts of its members and answer any questions they have.
In other news, my book's name came to me in the middle of the night last week. Throughout 2020, names of books I wanted to write would pop out during a 5Rhythms wave. Bubbling up and out.
This one, THE ONE, is a weave of previous bubbles.
Do I keep the name under wraps?
What if I tell someone and they write my book first?
It could drum up an appetite.
The half a dozen people I’ve told so far made fantastic, jaw-dropping, fuck-yes faces when they heard.
What do you lot think?