I took it from the study shelf
Where I’d placed it just a year ago.
My Chipped Conker.
I stood and held it in my hand
Recalled last year’s excitement
The glossy cover
With my name.
And its hidden flaw.
Yes, a year ago today I opened a package and held in my hand the very first copy of my book. It was wonderful. Fleetingly, I thought my dreams had come true.
But dreams are easily shattered and all too soon someone pointed out a repeated word in the very first paragraph. Someone else referred to various typos. I didn’t have the heart to check them out.
My wonderful shiny conker was flawed.
I hid it away, not knowing what to do. Knowing that one day I would have to face up to it; not having the courage. Today, a year from it first arriving, I’ve started reading my own book.