Today is publication day for my novel, The Wardrobe Mistress, the story of one of Marie Antoinette’s wardrobe women who casually spies on the queen during the French Revolution and finds herself torn between her loyalty to the queen and her sympathy for the revolution.
I feel a bit dream-like, my thoughts blurred around the edges. It’s almost hard to believe that a story I wrote is actually sitting on shelves, available for readers to pick it up. It’s becoming a real thing – not just a bundle of paper, but something that someone might connect or react to. It made me think of a quote by Ursula K. Le Guin: “The unread story is not a story; it is little black marks on wood pulp. The reader, reading it, makes it live: a live thing, a story.”
If that’s true, then the book has been gradually sparking to life for a while now, since publishing is a team effort and I’ve been lucky and grateful to have some early reviews and lovely quotes from other authors and very supportive friends. But today, the book is out there for everyone, and it makes it different, more vibrant. It’s a live thing. It’s not just mine anymore. And I can hardly describe how exciting that is. Happy Book Birthday, The Wardrobe Mistress!