‘Lionel Morris and the Red Baron’ is now officially out. After an embarrassing false start, with a machine breaking down at the printing company, the book is finally taking flight.
This is absolutely the most challenging time for me. In comparison with the research, writing and lead up to publication, it’s the time when I would like to head for the hills.
It’s a terrifying realisation that people will now actually be able to read and make a judgement about what I’ve poured my heart and soul into for the last six years.
Before I throw myself into the whole tortured author thing, I must remind myself that the grown-up thing to do is to just get on with as much promotion as possible. Thank goodness Lionel Morris is a family member that I can have a genuine emotional connection to, although I’m not crass enough to think ‘Oh it’s all for Lionel, I’m doing it all for him!’ I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that having a book published is a dream come true.
I’m living the phrase ‘any mistakes are mine’ after spotting some typos in the published version. My arithmetic skills, unreliable at the best of times, have let me down, particularly in summations of how long Lionel Morris had been on the Western Front, and there’s even a paragraph so good that I’ve inadvertently repeated it a few pages later. Aviation experts have already spotted that the illustration of Richthofen’s plane on the front cover is the wrong version.
C’est la vie. Never trust an exhausted author with final proofs.
All done now. This week it was #4 in the (weekly) list of bestselling Pen and Sword books, just behind ‘Bomber Command Airfields of Lincolnshire’ and in front of ‘Hitler’s Invasion of East Anglia’. JK Rowling won’t be having any hissy fits, but when I remember that I wasn’t even sure if I could write a book, it’s a modest achievement.
Not so much a journey of discovery, more of a commute of compulsion
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