the most Beautiful word

Waiting to open accounts with bookshops is turning out to be a more trying process than writing the book, or publishing it.

Due to the many administrative procedures behind this process, all I can do is to wait for the bookbuyer to give his OKAY before our book(s) can be put on shelves.

And waiting, for me, essentially means non-activity, inactivity… something that’s entirely out of my hands, which outcome cannot be determined by anything I do or not do.

On the other hand, Jojo has finished reading “The Flea Market”. And she, has been a great affirmation to me as a writer.

She loves the book! Been telling me as she reads it, how she feels at certain chapters and how the book has drawn her in. She’s cried at some parts of the book and told me how she could not put the book down though she loathed reaching the end.

Ego trip aside, I am deeply grateful that someone else enjoyed the book as much as I did – and for me, I enjoyed some parts more than others!

Then again, I must have read the book more than ten times.

I have to admit, reading the manuscript – printed on A4 white sheets - and reading the actual novel, is quite a different experience entirely.

When I read the book (as I still do now, in between reading Neil Gaiman’s “The Graveyard Book”), I still get a sense of wonder that I actually did this.

I wrote a book. Something that I have always wanted to do. And did, in my younger days, but this time, it’s a “real” book.

There is a sense of accomplishment, of course.

And for now, that’s all I have, until the bookbuyers give their OKAY.

So, back to waiting.