For just under seven months, my desk has been the centre of operations for an unexpectedly complex, slightly quirky activity.
Because one day back in early May this stack of boxes was delivered to my door. And almost every day since then I’ve been sending their contents out into the world.
But on Wednesday of last week my stack of boxes had lightened and dwindled until there was nothing left.
I’d sent out the very last copy of The Storytelling Manual for Architects.
That’s 599 tangible, real-life copies out in the world (not 600, because the very first copy from the very first box was mine to keep).
I feel a strange and unexpected sense of achievement. And this feels like the end of a very particular era.
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PS Here’s something I didn’t expect: the ebook (that slippery, elusive thing which I reluctantly and belatedly adopted) has found a life and momentum of its own and will live on through Amazon, Apple or wherever you get your ebooks. So perhaps it’s not quite the end…