I was very frustrated to return home from a rare shopping trip on Wednesday, to discover a card from Royal Mail advising me that a parcel had arrived and was now languishing at the sorting office in the next town. I knew this parcel contained the first copies of my novel, in paperback, all shiny and new and waiting for me to enjoy. Typical!
Having given up my car temporarily while we organize our finances, I had to wait until this morning when I could take my husband’s car, and collect my parcel. I could have taken the bus, but it would have meant walking for quite a distance along busy roads on an industrial estate, which I didn’t want to do with my baby in tow.
Well, I finally collected my parcel, took it home, carefully opened the perforated cardboard package, and what a beautiful site…my name on the front cover of a novel which I wrote, and was deemed marketable by a publishing house who invested in me. I am so proud!