Enjoying the silence

The first half-dozen books arrived, and the Gaels were like moths to a flame. The showers were avoided after training on Tuesday as the lads jumped in their cars to race to my apartment and snap up a copy.

For now, I’m enjoying the silence as they get to grips with what I’ve written about them. Because that silence might end abruptly when they see what I’ve written about them.

It’s not that I’ve deliberately written anything bad about anyone; it’s just that you can never tell how people will interpret things, especially things about themselves.

The first to read it were some of those most involved in the the story, and thankfully the reaction has so far been positive from them, and even if that reaction can’t be guaranteed from everyone, it feels like a good start.