A bottle of champagne and stunning silence. That’s not entirely true. I did have very kind congratulations from friends and family, throwing me a lifeline and reminding me that I do exist. Because you do walk around thinking some sort of fireworks should be happening. And of course, the sound you hear is actually your ego deflating, as you realize the publication of your book is not going to change the world.
One of the kindest things anyone has ever done for me was when my friend, Tracy Chevalier, (yes, I am name dropping here) sent me flowers on the publication day of my first book, How to Cook a Tart. She knew the reality and was making my day.
There is a post partum blues aspect to it all. It’s done. A separation. Unfortunately, you don’t have anything to cuddle. Of course, I should be grateful there is no nappy changing either.
Believe Me is going to sink or swim. There is nothing left for me to do. I just have to turn away and work on the next one.
My husband, Andrew Walter’s, book came out this month as well. Analyzing the Political Economy (Princeton University Press). Read it and weep. So tonight the four of us are going out to dinner to celebrate.
After that, nothing left to do but get back to work.
After I do the breakfast dishes….