Print 2.0
So I am now technically a published author. How odd.
I cannot say I did any of the things that I thought I might do in reaction to being published. I thought maybe I would savour the moment, have a little tear or something or go largely insane. But I was actually so apprehensive to pick up the copy when it was in front of me. To see my own words on the page is so bizarre, so unimaginable. I never thought I would have something published. I have 4 pages of my own words in print in a book on my bookshelf. Along with the title of Non-Fiction editor and part of the blog team.
It was a lovely evening though. I have just been going through all the tweets and exciting social media things which have been happening, it's weird to think it's all over. We now have no official reason to meet as a group of writers anymore. I am on to the Dissertation next week, where I shall remain locked in a battle of wills and words for the next four months.
How exciting.
Anyway! Just a quick update to say that I am now in print, and I did not cry. I felt weird. Like it was all a dream really and someone had tricked me, someone was going to rip out the page or tell me there was a blinding typo in it and it would have to be removed. It just doesn't seem real I suppose. Perhaps that's because it isn't something I've envisioned for myself, more of a delightful sideline.
If you want to see more about our anthology launch check out our Litmus blog where I posted the other day: https://litmus2015.wordpress.com/ or head to my Twitter: https://twitter.com/rtravers23
I am also reading (of course) Breakfast with the Borgias by DBC Pierre, a quite strange novel which I cannot quite get my head around yet. And have begun watching Orphan Black on this dismal and rainy Thursday.
But now, back to writing and editing!
Today's soundtrack: Astronautalis
I cannot say I did any of the things that I thought I might do in reaction to being published. I thought maybe I would savour the moment, have a little tear or something or go largely insane. But I was actually so apprehensive to pick up the copy when it was in front of me. To see my own words on the page is so bizarre, so unimaginable. I never thought I would have something published. I have 4 pages of my own words in print in a book on my bookshelf. Along with the title of Non-Fiction editor and part of the blog team.
It was a lovely evening though. I have just been going through all the tweets and exciting social media things which have been happening, it's weird to think it's all over. We now have no official reason to meet as a group of writers anymore. I am on to the Dissertation next week, where I shall remain locked in a battle of wills and words for the next four months.
How exciting.
Anyway! Just a quick update to say that I am now in print, and I did not cry. I felt weird. Like it was all a dream really and someone had tricked me, someone was going to rip out the page or tell me there was a blinding typo in it and it would have to be removed. It just doesn't seem real I suppose. Perhaps that's because it isn't something I've envisioned for myself, more of a delightful sideline.
If you want to see more about our anthology launch check out our Litmus blog where I posted the other day: https://litmus2015.wordpress.com/ or head to my Twitter: https://twitter.com/rtravers23
I am also reading (of course) Breakfast with the Borgias by DBC Pierre, a quite strange novel which I cannot quite get my head around yet. And have begun watching Orphan Black on this dismal and rainy Thursday.
But now, back to writing and editing!
Today's soundtrack: Astronautalis
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