My first author chat

It was my first author chat in person, and I was *very* nervous. 

Will anyone turn up at all?

Will they stay? 

Will I have anything interesting to say? 

A few close friends came for moral support and God knows I needed every bit of it. 

The first two people walked in 5 minutes before the event was due to start. I walked over to say Hello. Met a bright young person in the process. 

We started the event. 

The questions came from the moderator, and then from the audience. 

Then, people started sharing their own experiences. 

People turned around to listen. 

Somewhere at the back, we ran out of chairs. The club staff very sweetly gave up their own. The room continued to fill. 

Some friends, whom I had not met in a long time, made the time to be present. They listened - first out of love, and then, as the conversation got richer and richer, with genuine interest. 

We expected the event to last 35-40 minutes. An hour later, we were still talking. 

For me, of course, it was an evening to remember and celebrate. But the crowning moment was a conversation with a friend later in the night. As I thanked him for coming, he said, "For one hour, no one looked at their phones. Everyone was talking and listening. Do you realise what you have achieved today?" 

Today's post is for the gratitude of last Friday.