Thank you
I stopped off at a shop yesterday morning, on the drive back, and had a very surreal moment. My book was there on one of the shelves and just as I walked past, a woman came along, took it down from the shelf and after reading the back cover went off to buy it. I couldn't believe it. What are the chances of that happening? Not only of actually having a book up there in the first place, but actually standing there as someone takes it down and goes off to buy it. For a moment I was stunned. I immediately picked up another book and pretended to be reading, but when she turned out of sight I actually walked off after her. It was Monday morning and there was hardly anyone about and I found myself wanting to whisper 'thank you for buying my book,' or just to tell her that it was my book she had in her hands, wanting to say something, anything... Because what are the chances of seeing that again. Of course I didn't. But it was a very strange moment. I hurried out into the rain, cold and shaky, shocked at what I had almost blurted out.
Who knows, one of the emails I get one day might actually be from her. But now I'll never know.
If you felt someone watching you from a distance, for those few minutes in a shop yesterday after you had just picked up my book, someone acting strangely behind you, trying to be invisible, but clearly wanting to say something, it was me — feeling a million things at once; but trying to pluck up the courage to say 'thank you for reading my book.'