As a book moves out into shops, into the hands of readers, I feel I am learning.
I’m a single parent. When my children were young I found it so difficult when books were published and along with the book came lots of merchandising. Plastic, figures, pencil cases, things.
One of the things I love about The Lost Words is that much of the merchandising is free. Blackberries on the bramble bushes, acorns and conkers, the songs of larks and the bright song of wrens. Be outside. Go for a walk. Even in the inner city you might find a kingfisher on a canal bank.
There will, I am told, also be an otter scarf in Compton Verney.
And postcards, soon, soon.
But for now, the wild and the free, and flocks of goldfinches, starling murmerations, and the falling leaves of oak trees will remind people of our book. Wild magic.