There's a point when you start to believe the impossible will happen. I was beginning to get there. The stress of the last several weeks was leaving the frown lines on my face. I had a few hours of my life back here and there. I read or watched X-Factor for a treat.
It's great I thought, the printer is on the job. I've received the soft proofs (not sure why 'soft' so please don't ask) I've pointed out the two typos I've spotted, added a name, corrected the page order. The corrections went winging their way over the internet highway and I assumed the BIG printing thingy that did 'The Job' was chucking out 'Witch on the Warpath' paperbacks by the hundreds.
It's been a week. No word. Thought I'd run a quick e-mail off to check on progress. Imagine my distress when the automatic reply pinged back saying my allocated person is 'out of the office until the 12th October.' worry levels rising.
I needn't have worried, despite being away an email arrived from him, asking me to 'check the soft proofs'! Worry level up another notch. Copied in my first very wonderful contact with the company into my, somewhat stressed, reply.
What followed was a reassuring email apologising for the error and advising me another person was on the case and would contact me tomorrow. Phew, sighs with relief. Worry level down to Amber. Also the printing schedule was still on time. Worry level drops to Green.
Please feel free to order on-line via Waterstones & Amazon or attend the book signing at Waterstones Westwood Cross on Halloween, Saturday 31st October all day.
The fragile, mentally exhausted author in the corner will be me.