Climb the mountain, acknowledge the enormity of the effort it took to get there, sit on the peak, drink some tea, and then have a good long and hard think about what to do next.
That is me, this is me, here we all are with nowhere else left to go.
The feeling isn’t like While E Coyote eventually catching the Road Runner, but it isn’t too distant a cousin not to be invited to family gatherings.
The act is done, the curtains have swished across the boards and now we occupy that infinitesimally small space, that pause between velvet touching itself and the hoped for gasp and then clap of an appreciative audience (double entendre?).
If only.
I have no idea if my one-man show will sell or indeed if those that attend will like the show, and so the spiral ever tightens – not knowing is insufferable.
The cover format is incorrect – this will be rectified, but the process is almost becoming a punishment (political satire?).
The book isn’t perfect – no book ever is.
Imperfect as it is, it does deserve a reader, and the reader truly is a lesser being for not having followed Miss Amy Grace.
A strong no nonsense female character, flawed, contradictory, obsessively focused on her own plight, always brave, emotionally vulnerable and oh so in need of a loving hug…
And we have Thomas Payne, not a one-dimensional matinee villain twirling his moustache while he ties a woman to the railway tracks… he grows, he evolves, he becomes so much more than he was on page one. Redemption exists for all.
Four hundred or so pages.
Page turners each and every one.
The first of July cometh and with it our release of the first volume of Amy’s adventures.
Hug those you love, stay safe, and do your very best to remain sane.
Telling Tall Tales 