My husband and I are very fortunate to live in a neighborhood where those neighbors in close proximity to our house watch out for each other, support each other, and care when things seem a bit too quiet at one of those closely proximate houses.
When my novel, Requiem for the status quo, was released this past summer, I let these neighbors know of future author events just in case they were interested in attending. Thus far four of our neighbors – that’s more than half of those closely nearby – have attended my events.
The first event was the most stressful one of course because although I was given the gift of gab early on in life, gabbing about a book in which much time and emotion had been devoted was something else entirely. I hadn’t slept well the night before; my stomach was all topsy-turvy; and quite frankly, I just wanted to get the darn event over with. Fast forward a couple months.
Two of my neighbors, Eva and her husband, Ian, attended that event. The other night, they gifted me with a carefully, creatively, crafted photo book documenting the evening. Ian offered that his wife, Eva, was truly the authoress of the bound photo book that so exquisitely and intimately provided a photo diary of my debut event.
I’m certain you all have experienced times in your life when positive happenings were in short supply? That’s where I found myself earlier this week until Eva and Ian walked across the street and infused my day/week/month with glad tidings and generous wishes.
That, my friends, is a kindness that will last forever.