As an author, I never feel more nervously excited than when I am wrapping a book up for someone who has invested in me, in my work,
in my stories. When someone buys one of my books, it is not just a purchase. It
is an emotional attachment. You are enabling me to rebuild my life.
Since being a child, I have
lived as a musician, so when I became suddenly deaf, living with debilitating
tinnitus and hyperacusis, I thought my life was over. To put it into
perspective, sometimes the distortion of my tinnitus is so loud, I cannot even
hear my own voice. Writing has saved me. Given me back myself.
Every book sale has a story
with it and today I am going to tell you about the book I have just finished wrapping.
I will not mention names because it wouldn't be fair on the young woman.
Many years ago, I was working
in Community Education designing creative courses to build the confidence of
Young Mums. And in she walked, filled with so much beautiful light shining from
within her, but she could not see it herself. We worked together as a whole
team over the next few years. I was so very proud of her, as we all were. She
became such a wonderful Mother, trained in Youth Work and started to make a difference
to the life of others.
And then today, she wrote to
me, saying how incredibly proud of me she was, that I had taken something
that she described as a curse, my hearing loss, and I had turned it around. She
said that she admired me for having done this and wanted to buy a book so that
she could feel me.
I cannot even begin to describe the
emotion that this evoked inside me. I felt authentic, real. Like all the times that
I have held the hand of young mums, older people with dementia, people on renal
dialysis, those at end of life, every time I have sat with them to design a
creative way of lifting their soul through writing, publishing or the arts,
consolidated here; I was walking my walk just as I had supported them to do.
And there was she, all grown up and proud
of me and I felt taller because of her, likely as tall as I had helped her to
feel, all those years ago.
So, you see, when you buy a
book from someone like me, it is so much more than a book. No, I am not on the
shelves of WH Smith ... but I can be on your shelf, in your heart, part of your
world.
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