As I sit here at the dining room table, labouring away at “Plank 3”, a lovely email pings in. It is from the Historical Novel Society, and they say that they now have a logo that can be used by all recipients of their Editors’ Choice accolade. Back in May, “The Man in the Canary Waistcoat” was admitted to the charmed circle, and so I can proudly display the green and gold logo – look, there it is on the left.
I can’t tell you what a fillip it is to receive this timely reminder that my books are enjoyed by those who read them. It is the curse of the self-published author, the lack of publicity, and now that I am over my initial worry that no-one was reading my books because they were not worth reading, I am just desperate to get the word out to as many people as possible. In other words, I am now reasonably confident that if someone takes a chance on one of my books, they will enjoy it. So recognition like this, from the well-respected HNS, is invaluable.
Well, I can feel Sam looking at me and tapping his pocket watch meaningfully, so it’s back to the grindstone. I have an enforced day “off” tomorrow; I’m in court myself as a magistrate, and only hope that my recent immersion in the criminal justice system of 1826 does not make me yearn to transport felons to the colonies.