Tuesday its book day, I do hope I am not getting myself over excited, but time will tell. I get through my cyber checks and doing my vitals before getting up for breakfast. I am starting to feel better from my cold but intend to take it easy this morning. Post breakfast I set about the task of re-editing the next poetry collection. It is a long and tedious job as I have to go through them all line by line. All the time I keep my eye on my Amazon account to see if my books are out for delivery. A friend sends me a picture of the book as it has arrived with her. Her comment is that it is thin. I become anxious.

I stop for lunch with my partner and do the days crosswords and chat to my partner about the hurdles to providing full time care for my partners mother. My partner returns to work and I put my now dry washing away and return to editing the poetry. At last I get the message that my books are out for delivery between 6pm and 8pm. I put the bins out for tomorrow and return to the editing. I start to read some of my early poems, it is difficult stuff to read and I return to editing the next collection. By tea time I can edit no more and start to draft the blog while my partner and her brother speak to the carer in Greece about cover for her mothers care. It is a sensitive juggle that is being done. In the mist of this my eldest daughter posts a letter for me and I returns with goodies for me to nibble as I continue to draft the bog. I am running out of spoons and I am getting twitchy about the book.

I have taken more photos of the flowers that are coming out in the garden and I get the sense that my garden is galloping ahead of me. All the bulbs in the garden are doing their thing, which I am grateful for at the moment.

In the midst of this day my partner gets a call to offer her an earlier appointment for her already booked appointment at the clinic, so tomorrow there is some driving to be done and another issue to be dealt with. For now though I look forward to the evening and the eventual arrival of my books. Beyond that I cannot think clearly at the moment.

With so much going on my partner and I decide on a takeaway tea, so I order our usual Indian and we settle down to wait for it. Before the food arrives Amazon deliver my package of books. I open it up tentatively and then suddenly I am holding onto copies of my book. My book has become a reality and it feels a whole mixture of thing, but mostly relief that it has actually happened. I think it is going to take a bit of time to sink before I can move on to actually getting the book on as many platforms as possible. For now I smile and prepare to take my night meds and go to bed a published poet having watched some episodes of Bodies.