I grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. I wore second hand clothes and had someone asked me if I'd ever publish a book or have a book signing, I would have thought that they were insane. Who me? The kid with blue-collar parents and the teachers who streamed me towards a future with a blue collar?
I only knew that I had to finish high school and get a job. University? Student loans? They weren't even in my horizon or vocabulary.
So, as I sit pondering the past and, of course, wondering about the future. Fame isn't in my vocabulary...that would be insane but, at the moment having not only a novel but having a book-signing as well are surreal.
I am looking forward to and dreading the book signing. I've never been one to seek the public's eye. I have no idea what to expect. It's almost overwhelming. It's exciting too. Did I mention surreal? Is it like the dolphin kissing my cheek? Definitely. Loved that zen moment. I treasure that memory and it helps sustain me when things in life are difficult. So too, I will treasure the memory of the book signing.