So I’ve been working away on the book. This ‘peer review’ stage has gone on for longer than I think I was prepared for. This is the stage where I sent my raw manuscript out to some of my target readers and asked for their feedback. I had quite a lot of them because there are real people in my life who I’ve written about and I wanted to make sure I consulted them properly.
One phase of it that has been very important to me was getting feedback from Geoff’s sister. It has been no secret that losing such a close friend has shaped my life on every level, and continues to effect my daily decisions.
I was surprised (and felt a bit sick in all honesty) to get a message from her about 2 weeks ago that not everything I had written was quite right, and she wanted to meet up to discuss it. I was pretty scared to be honest, because I knew I had been protected from some of the facts at the time, given my young age.
We met, and cried, and swapped stories, and I need to revisit this chapter before I can move on, but one thing I mentioned was how strange it is that I hardly have any pictures of Geoff. It seems so weird nowadays, now that we have pictures of every cup of coffee and sunrise and pet and god knows what else.
She just sent me this.
This is my goofball friend I made when I was 2, talking to each other through the garden fence.
I still think about him every day, and remember him fondly, mostly laughing about something really stupid together.
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