My Book Launch on Saturday was even more than I hoped for. About 50 people joined me for a day of celebration and support for my new book, "Nothing Gold Can Stay."
Releasing the book feels a little like sending one of your small children out into the world. On a cold day. Without mittens. I am protective and a bit apprehensive, but I realize the work must stand on its own if it is to succeed. So off it goes on a wing and a prayer.
The Gallanough Library was the perfect
setting for the event. Books everywhere, on shelves, stacked on tables and wherever there was space. Everyone arrived by 2:30 and I began signing books right away at my signing table, which was bedecked with off white roses and scented candles glowing. And, of course, a bowl of chocolates. Writer's cramp set in after number 50 but I wasn't complaining: I was thrilled.
The food was divine: wraps and nibbles, dips and wine. And a sweets table to boot.
About midway through the afternoon, my brother Scott asked everyone to gather around. He was in fine form as M.C. opening with the surprise news that this was actually not
my first book, that I had written three others. He then produced three hefty books from a bag, with these titles taped over the real ones. The first was called "My Brother, My Hero." Second, "Did I Tell You About My Brother?" and third, "How Great Is My Brother?" Scott is irrepressible.
Two close friends and my two sisters took turns addressing the crowd in very eloquent presentations. I drank it all in, of course.
And then it was my turn. I spoke briefly about the therapy that poetry offers, to both the writer and the reader, and then read three pieces from the book.
Everyone there seemed so genuinely thrilled for me and I think that was the sweetest gift of all.
I've always said that writing in and of itself is worthwhile, regardless of whether it achieves commercial or public success of any kind. Should my book catch fire and sell well I would be absolutely elated. But this is secondary to me. To have sent it out into the world as a tribute to my lovely mother and father is truly what means the most.
Labels: Reflections on the Book Launch.