11:30 am today
I got home from a chiropractic appointment to find a rectangular object wrapped in corrugated cardboard sitting on the dining room table. My friend Neal had received it from a UPS delivery guy. The proof of Jody’s book has arrived. And I ran away … to the next room. “First, I need to write a blog post about last night’s Bryan Adams concert.” As I started tapping the keys, fear descended in the moments between the writing. “What if it doesn’t look good? Jody’s photo on the front cover and the painting of the tree on the back – what if they’re blurry? What if the print on the back of the page shows through the one I’m looking at? What if the blacks aren’t really black? What if there are typos? Arghh!”
The post about Bryan Adams is done and published. I like it. What to do now? Well, stay out of the dining room. It’s too scary to open the package and really look. Have some lunch. Read the paper. So I did. And the hot tub repair guy is coming at 2:00. Have to talk to him.
Hadn’t you better start the post about Jody’s book, Bruce? Okay, I’ll do that. So I’ve just written what you see above. And discussed tub problems.
My repair friend just left. I’ve brought the cardboard rectangle to my man chair, accompanied by an Exacto knife. Okay, that’s progress. Shouldn’t you read what’s on the outside? Yes, of course. It says that the book itself only weighs one pound. Shouldn’t it be more? And the box looks pretty skinny. It was supposed to be 193 pages. The whole thing feels pretty light. (Sigh)
Oh my goodness, I just started taking the plastic cover off the cardboard. Then I stopped. C’mon, Bruce. Get the plastic off. (Doing so) All right. I’ve removed a pouch with folded sheets of paper inside – “Shipping Documentation”. Better read that. (Reading)
Oh, look. Blurb sent it “UPS Expedited”, as in fast. It was shipped from Pennsylvania on February 23, and it’s here with me on February 25. Awesomely fast. Okay, that’s enough reading .. of the sheets, I mean. (Sigh)
(Box in hand) Open it, Bruce! But just peek at the front cover. (Opening) Oh my God! First view is of the white spine, with black print. It says “Jodiette: My Lovely Wife” on the left end, and “Bruce Kerr” on the right. That’s me! Breathe, Bruce, breathe. (Opening the cardboard flaps)
Jody’s eyes! So beautiful. Looking deeply into mine, and into those of future readers. Oh, loved wife … you’re so pretty. (Crying) The photo isn’t quite as sharp as I would have liked it, but such are the limits of jpeg files, I guess. My wife shines. Ah … the front cover is gorgeous.
And the back? (Flip) Oh my God again. Kym Brundritt’s painting of a “Cosmic Tree” just glows. It fills the space with love. But … its background is orange, without the vibrant yellow of the original. Maybe Blurb can shift the colour. But even if they can’t, it’s lovely. Thank you, Kym.
Off to the Blurb website to see the photo of the painting that I submitted. It has more yellow than orange. I’ll keep my toes crossed that this can be fixed. Still afraid to look at the print on the pages … Go for it, guy! Okay.
Oh, the blacks are beautifully black. And the Constantia font looks so good. The white paper isn’t as thick as I’d hoped, so I can see the print on the back of each sheet some. But that’s okay. It’s only a bit distracting. Oh, Jody. It’s our book and it’s great! Oh, loved one. May our story reach waiting eyes.
And now I’m going to read the entire book, to see if there are any glitches. It’s 3:23. See you later.
Well, I didn’t read the whole book. After all, I had proofread it twice before uploading it, so I know we’re good with spelling and grammar. I did repeat a title from one page to the next, so Blurbites can fix that. Also, the print is nicely level at the top of each page but a bit tilted at the bottom. Go, Blurb, go.
I went out to supper at Braxton’s, a St. Thomas roadhouse, and showed Jody’s book to Leslie, a friend of mine who’s a server there. She liked it. Thought the covers were awesome. Thanks, Leslie.
I read some of the entries before my meal and after. The book was becoming comfy in my hands, rather than the suspected bomb I worried about when it arrived. An old friend. Jody talking to me. Oh, my dear. It’s you and me, loved one.
What a precious volume I hold. May it reach far into people’s lives.