Two years ago today, I was humbled and amazed by the turnout for the launch of my first book.
In the five years it took to write and publish War Bonds: Love Stories From the Greatest Generation, I lost so many of the couples featured. It broke my heart that some weren’t there to see their stories in print.
In the two years since publication, I’ve lost several more. Each death leaves an ache in my heart.
Yet at the front row of the book launch party many of my War Bonds couples were present as well as widows and widowers. They were in awe of the size of the crowd and watched with joy as every single copy of War Bonds sold out at Auntie’s Bookstore.
I’ve learned a lot about publishing, publicity, book tours and public speaking over the last two years– knowledge I know will serve me well when my next book comes out.
Today I’m still somewhat disbelieving that War Bonds is on bookshelves, in libraries and for sale in bookstores all over the world.
I’m so thankful for those who stood with me during the long journey from idea to pub party.
Thankful for readers who bought the book, read the book, reviewed the book and recommended it to others.
Thankful for bookstore owners, civic groups and organizations who invited me to share the message that true love can survive anything– even a world war.
But more than anything I’m thankful for my War Bonds family. They opened their hearts, homes and lives to me and allowed me to poke around. Then they trusted me to share their stories with the world.
What a journey.
What a blessing.
What a privilege.