The one where I hold my book in my hand for the first time

Today was the day that I was expecting the proof copies of my novel – Playgroups and Prosecco – to arrive.

I waited in all day, but then the postman came just as I was dropping Belle back at college in the afternoon and when I got back my parcel was outside behind the bin. Not the most salubrious of starts to my novel writing career, but potentially quite fitting with the tone of the book, plus it makes a nice intro to this post.

Once I’d retrieved the parcel from behind the wheel bin, avoiding falling into the green box full of empty cat food tins, I took it inside, into the kitchen, and opened it.

Inside I found these:

Playgroups and prosecco

They look pretty nice don’t they? Thicker than I imagined, but then I did write 95,000 words, (can you believe!), so I suppose they do take up space. I looked at them stacked for a little while. I liked the neatness of them. I imagined them on one of those tables as you go into Waterstones.

Then I picked one up to look from other angles:

Playgroups and prosecco

It still looked pretty sweet.

The whole process has been such a whirlwind – seven months ago I’d never even THOUGHT of writing a book – that even now it still doesn’t feel very real. But then here they are, proof copies, with my words inside, that have been sent out to actual legitimate people who are going to read them and have OPINIONS.

Scary times.

And that’s all really, other than to say that you can pre-order Playgroups and Prosecco if you want to here, or if you’re someone super famous reading this and would like a proof copy so that I can include a quote on the front of the real one saying something like ‘Laugh out loud funny – I want to marry this writer immediately’ – Colin Firth, then please get in touch.


1 Comment

  1. 15 November, 2018 / 8:22 pm

    Congratulations! What a big day for you!
    Wishing you the best of luck x

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