Reading in public, writing in private

All the genuine interest in my story has led to a perhaps not-unexpected regression over the weekend, in which I stayed very close to home (truthfully, I barely left the house) and tried to recover some equilibrium. Perhaps the tipping point was my first public presentation of the book, which I managed without recourse to a handkerchief, but which was a little confronting for its lack of boundaries between author and work. This is the soil of the memoirist, I suppose – tilled in private but sown in public.

One of the lovely surprises of the reading was the appearance of one of my favourite English teachers from high school, whom I finally had the pleasure of thanking for being the first teacher to give me a decent mark for an essay about books and writing, and thus encouraging me.

One week until my next reading, at Customs House Library at Circular Quay – for which reservations are required. Details here.

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  1. I have just finished reading your beautiful book, having bought it at Coaldrake’s in Milton (Brisbane) last weekend. I hadn’t previously read about it, but loved the cover and the first page. I loved it. And on finishing the last page, I was so happy to see the beautiful pic of you and John.

    I can only imagine that having written your book in private – and far away in New York – that it must be very surreal to now have it being read and in the public domain. In sharing yours and John’s story, you have honoured both him and yourself with grace and dignity. It’s such a beautiful love story, and the desperate creep and insidious pain of John’s cancer is so clear.

    May your public journey with your beautiful book be one that brings you peace. Thank you for sharing your story with us all.

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