I looked after Vinnie during the day for a few hours yesterday so Charlie and Joel could pop out to play. As I was taking a poopy nappy out to the bin I met the delivery girl bringing my author copies (author? get me!). What a splendid example of every action creating an equal and opposite reaction.
My tummy hit my throat when I saw my real, proper actual book. I burst into tears and then bit it as instructed by my publisher.
Of course, bias rules but it is beautiful. The design, colours, shape are all perfect.
And my contract has arrived for my next book.
Now I think I really am an author.