NC as I don't want this to connect to my previous posts.
In the pandemic, I wrote a non-fiction book. You won't have heard of it, but it was published by an indie press, did well in a small way, and is still in bookstores.
So far, so good. Today I am giving a talk about the book at a nice venue with other authors.
No one in my family or tiny circle of friends is coming.
One adult DC lives 3 hrs away in another city and is struggling a bit, so can't ask him.
One adult DC is incredibly busy with a punishing masters and has deadlines for assignments this weekend. ( she has come for previous events).
DH should be the one to come. But he and I are not getting along well at the moment, so he's not coming- we may well separate which makes me even sadder. Been married 28 years. That's a whole other thread.
My lovely mum and sibling live in another country ( I am not British by birth).
I have v few friends. Most are far away and can't spare the time or money. My closest friends from uni are in my country of origin.
So I will be speaking to a room full of strangers. I am not nervous about this as I have given so many talks, but I am deeply sad and feel like a failure that I have reached the grand old age of 54 with no one by my side to cheer me on. It's suddenly hit home.
I cannot tell you how hard it is to write a book and get it published.