Arriving at the corner shop this week, I saw two women sitting outside at a small table, selling raffle tickets for the Nelson Hospice. One called out to me.
“I’m reading your book!” she exclaimed. “Loving it, enjoying it as much as the first two!”
“Oh!” I replied startled that my book was being discussed out loud in such a public place, and pleased I’d remembered to put lipstick on. “What part are you up to?”
I approached the table to buy a book of tickets, the least I could do. Shouldn’t there be a lull, I thought, like months passing before any opinions about this ‘just released book’ were bandied about. The woman looked momentarily flustered.
“Um, oh…," she said, darting a look past me at Kotzman who was making a beeline for the car. "I’ve just finished the Canadian road trip.”She looked suitably proud as she managed to pull the correct chapter from inside her distracted mind.
As I signed for the tickets, I realised how much the airing of our lives by memoir, affected not only me, but Kotzman also.
“I’m reading your book!” she exclaimed. “Loving it, enjoying it as much as the first two!”
“Oh!” I replied startled that my book was being discussed out loud in such a public place, and pleased I’d remembered to put lipstick on. “What part are you up to?”
I approached the table to buy a book of tickets, the least I could do. Shouldn’t there be a lull, I thought, like months passing before any opinions about this ‘just released book’ were bandied about. The woman looked momentarily flustered.
“Um, oh…," she said, darting a look past me at Kotzman who was making a beeline for the car. "I’ve just finished the Canadian road trip.”She looked suitably proud as she managed to pull the correct chapter from inside her distracted mind.
As I signed for the tickets, I realised how much the airing of our lives by memoir, affected not only me, but Kotzman also.
The following day I admonished my husband, as he was about to leave the house and go get some petrol for the lawn mower.
“Don’t go out wearing those shorts”, I called as the front door was about to close behind him.
“Why?” he asked, turning and looking puzzled.
“Because someone might recognise you.”
“What does it matter honey?” he asked.
“Don’t go out wearing those shorts”, I called as the front door was about to close behind him.
“Why?” he asked, turning and looking puzzled.
“Because someone might recognise you.”
“What does it matter honey?” he asked.
Actually I wasn't sure. It left me something to think about.
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