It’s a year on, no-one’s shot me yet for crimes against literature, and through a perfect storm of luck, guidance from my publishers and severe writer’s finger-crampage, I’ve made it back to the edge of that jittery precipice… Publication Eve!
As of tomorrow, June 20th, I will officially be a debut author no more. My mother will be lighter in the pocket for ordering at least two copies of this second novel of mine for every blighter she can can think of, and I will have graduated to my big-girl writer’s pants.
I’m pleased to report, the jitterations aren’t so bad this time around. Call it being a year older, or preggers, or just bleedin grateful for these opportunities, but I am super excited about tomorrow’s release of A Part Of Me.
Eighteen months ago, all this ‘author’ mischief would’ve been off the chart as far as idle day-dreams went. So for anyone else with similar reveries I’ve just gotta say – aim high, kids… anything can happen x