It's Friday, its 4.52pm and for those of you old enough - its definitely not Crackerjack! In a little over one hour I shall be at last showing my book to the public, well family, friends and press anyway. The pre-launch party will give me an opportunity to thank people who have helped me on this journey.
Sadly some live too far away to attend, like Scotland etc. Other's have appointments with a higher destiny - no not God - The NHS. Mmmm there's a joke in there.
I shall miss my friends and family who cannot attend because they are on hols, or live in other parts of the country. I'm hoping some folk will come because I don't want to sit there holding a full crate of Prosecco, because it won't stay full for very long if that happens. Even my husband has a prior engagement, with some pirates?
Still I will have my son my by side, even if I had to wake him at 3pm to get "OUT OF BED you lazy...."
Where are my frogs? They left the box a while back - somewhere about 12 midday - and are running amok through my nerves.
I've had a relaxing Epsom salts bath, as instructed, re-dressed several times with numerous outfits, casual, not too casual, casual smart, casual informal, casual comatose, casual frog...
Thoughts meandering again. Tomorrow I won't have time to blog unless I do well at Waterstones - then I'll find time to thank everyone. Sunday I start NaNoWriMo and want to get a couple of thousand words under my belt because work re-starts Monday.
Started negotiations with Waterstones Canterbury for a signing and hoping to do one in Quex before Xmas. Great Christmas pressie.