Finally, I have managed to publicly release my debut book, co-written with my friend together with a small contribution from her sister. It is about a little more than two months now that the book is up on the market.
If you ask me how I feel, I feel more relieved than excited actually. I am relieved that the effort finally gets to the place as we have once dreamed of when we were still at school, to be in the writing and publication industry as well as at the hands of general people. I am also relieved that I am able to fulfill the promise I made to write a book with the same friend.
I can say that the feeling of me being able to publish a book equals to that of when I was graduating from my degree study. More relieved than excited. And nervous too. The thought of getting the scroll up on the stage made me nauseous. The only reasons I forced myself to attend the convocation were because my mom did not approve the idea of me being absence from my own convocation and that it was possible that it might be the last time I was able to be together with my classmates.
Convocation day to me is like any other day. The things that make it different from any other day, however, are that I have to dress up a little bit and put on the troubling robe and to find a way to secure the mortar on my head so that it will not drop to the floor when I have to bow to the vice chancellor or any other individual in charged of handing the academic scroll. People say that convocation should be exciting with all of these things happening. But to me, I just can see the hot weather burning myself until I can just sweat helplessly in the over-sized purple robe.
(The main objective of this posting is to share my feelings for the publication of my first book. I don't know why I ramble more about convocation. What a mind!)
(The main objective of this posting is to share my feelings for the publication of my first book. I don't know why I ramble more about convocation. What a mind!)
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