So nearly four years on and my book is finally here. Not launched yet, but we are now just a few days away. Just a few tweaks to the distribution and then we’re off!
Today I went to the publishers to collect some copies ready for The Fertility Show and as Zac was off school poorly today, I had to take him along with me for the drive. Somehow, it was meant to be that he should have a high temperature and be off school today. Afterall, if he hadn’t been such a wonderful, beautiful boy, that meant the world to us, we would never have been on this crazy journey in the first place. It felt like a nice full circle closing, (though of course grumpy pants didn’t think so and is actually all rather bored of ‘mummy’s flippin book’ at the moment!)
I’ve seen a draft version in print before and that was a thrilling moment and it was exciting to tear open a box with Jason and give him the first official copy – note to self, he’s not paid me yet!. But perhaps the real ‘WOW’ moment for me today was seeing a stack of the books in the warehouse and the first palette all boxed up. This was more than ‘my book’ it was a bloody great big pile of books all ready to be dispatched to anyone who wants to read it, all over the world. My stomach lurched and it really was a moment to remember! “Bloody Hell!”
Getting a book published had been on my Bucket List for a long long time. It’s almost unbelievable and too much to take in to realise it can now be crossed off! But this last couple of years has turned into much, much more than just trying to tick off an entry on my Bucket List. It’s become less about my story and more about the story of Secondary Infertility. Two words that I had never even heard off when I first added ‘book published’ on my Bucket List. Two words I’d never heard off when I started, and ended, my fertility treatment. Two little but significant words that changed my life forever.
Of course I’m excited about getting the book finally published, holding it, seeing what it actually looks like after all these years in the planning. With regards people reading it however, I’m really quite nervous about looking into the whites of people’s eyes that I know, after they have read it, knowing they will have seen into the depths of my heart and soul – it’s quite a frightening thought in someways. The obvious excitement is also tinged with a little anxiety!
Yet truly, the most thrilling prospect today is sitting back at my desk and seeing all the feedback on Twitter and Facebook from couples (mostly girls) who want to read the story and who I know will feel comfort and understanding. They are the ones it was written for. They are the ones I imagined each night as I tapped away. I wrote 102,000 words detailing our story but really I just wanted to say “you are not alone, you should not feel guilty, it’s OK to want another baby” over and over and over again – perhaps 102,000 times! Yet that book wouldn’t have sold for sure, and writing about our most intimate moments and thoughts, seemed to be potentially a more interesting read. We’ll certainly find out over the next few months!…….
So my excitement tonight is a little premature. This is a personal achievement for me for sure but it’s not really crossing the finish line until the book is in the hands of someone who it was written for, who needs it, who will benefit from it. When they put it down and sigh saying “I finally feel understood” and toast that freedom with a large G&T then I will really be able to WHOOP WHOOP!
To remind myself of the very last paragraph in the book:
And finally thank you to the publisher who turned me down and said “There isn’t a market for this book.” You lit a touch paper in me I never knew existed and prompted me to prove you wrong. There is unfortunately a huge market of couples across the world that will sadly appreciate, buy and benefit from this book and it is my intention to reach them. They may not know it yet, they may be unaware of the name of their condition, but without your rejection it would never have been my mission to tell them.
What I really wanted to finish that paragraph with was FUCK YOU!! #fingersalute