With some trepidation, I sat before my computer, watching the minutes count down to seven AM when I had scheduled the launch of my new memoir cookbook. Would people like the new format?
Or understand it? Or how did this multi-media project work? Was it too much? Too little? Would people like the audio version? Would they listen to the music?
Was this the right time to launch this book? I had so many questions. Minutes passed. I held my breath, and then, with the magic of electronic impulses, the book's first chapter was winging its way into my subscribers' inboxes. I watched and realized I was holding my breath. I made a cup of espresso and returned five minutes later to see if there was a response. Wait, nothing? Then, of course, I realized that, unlike me, only some may be sitting in front of their computers, tablets, or phones, waiting to read the first chapter of this new book!
If you receive a long email at seven o'clock in the morning, there might be a better time to read it. But still, I had hoped for an instant reaction, I don't know, perhaps an avalanche of emails or comments on social media.
Ten minutes after launch, still nothing. As the poet William Langland wrote in , 'patience is a virtue,' I was running short of it at that very moment in time. Should I go for a walk? I realized I was nervous. I needed air. As I walked, I fretted about this project.
