I’m actually getting used to talking to people about “my book”. Verbalising the words “I’m a writer” and “I’m a poet” still feels as though I’m speaking a new and slightly different dialect of my native language.
It was both exciting and oddly strange to watch someone actually buy and download my book on their iPad today.
It was even more strange to have my husband sitting in my study last night, reading my poetry. He doesn’t read poetry… but he was reading mine. It made me feel strangely vulnerable, despite the fact that we’ve been married for 26 years. I still don’t know if he understood any of it, but he said it was good. I believe him.