Well, here we are in October and the publication of my new novel is only a few weeks away.
This is a strange time; something between euphoria and blind panic. One thing is for certain, the whole process really lets you know you are alive- like skydiving, or jumping into the freezing Atlantic (something I did much of when I was young in Kintyre).
The thrill comes from seeing a long-held ambition rear its head and display itself in the full Technicolour of reality. The nerves kick in when you ponder how the book will received, what people will say and think about it, and, by osmosis, me.
This plurality of mind will be nothing new to anyone who has created; whether it be painting, sculpture, song, poetry, performance of a musical instrument or a comic turn- the same sense of joy and fear is all pervasive.
I have experienced this before, in a very small way, through music, many years ago. The then teenager- plagued with self-doubt, and hobbled by the lash of pubescent hormone rush- found the whole idea of criticism a concept akin to self-flagellation: a trial to be endured in order to be able to stand in front of a microphone, under hot lights, sweaty paws clutching a bass guitar.
Will I feel any different now? Time, with its relentless tread has aged me, as it does us all. Has it eroded my vulnerability?- become the irresistible slayer of the dragons who breathed the fire of self-perceived inadequacy that plagued my youth? Time will tell.
Here are a couple of ways to buy the book:
http://ringwoodpublishing.com/catalogue/whisky-from-small-glasses/
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Whisky-Small-Glasses-D-Meyrick/dp/1901514080/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1349256315&sr=1-1
And remember, the publisher's launch party will be held on 8 November here: http://berkeleysuite.com/
YOU ARE INVITED!!!
This is a strange time; something between euphoria and blind panic. One thing is for certain, the whole process really lets you know you are alive- like skydiving, or jumping into the freezing Atlantic (something I did much of when I was young in Kintyre).
The thrill comes from seeing a long-held ambition rear its head and display itself in the full Technicolour of reality. The nerves kick in when you ponder how the book will received, what people will say and think about it, and, by osmosis, me.
This plurality of mind will be nothing new to anyone who has created; whether it be painting, sculpture, song, poetry, performance of a musical instrument or a comic turn- the same sense of joy and fear is all pervasive.
I have experienced this before, in a very small way, through music, many years ago. The then teenager- plagued with self-doubt, and hobbled by the lash of pubescent hormone rush- found the whole idea of criticism a concept akin to self-flagellation: a trial to be endured in order to be able to stand in front of a microphone, under hot lights, sweaty paws clutching a bass guitar.
Will I feel any different now? Time, with its relentless tread has aged me, as it does us all. Has it eroded my vulnerability?- become the irresistible slayer of the dragons who breathed the fire of self-perceived inadequacy that plagued my youth? Time will tell.
Here are a couple of ways to buy the book:
http://ringwoodpublishing.com/catalogue/whisky-from-small-glasses/
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Whisky-Small-Glasses-D-Meyrick/dp/1901514080/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1349256315&sr=1-1
And remember, the publisher's launch party will be held on 8 November here: http://berkeleysuite.com/
YOU ARE INVITED!!!
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