After lo! these many moons (and months, too, and why are you looking in my window anyway? Anyone would think you wanted to get mooned), divers misunderstandings (and diverse ones too), and processing times, I am finally in possession of the author Grail: an actual, physical copy of my first novel.
After I’d hauled out the drool-catcher so I wouldn’t drool on the Precious, I hugged it and squeezed it and…. Oooooh, preeeeettieeeee….
Right. Yes. As you can tell, I’m a wee bit excited about this, and only marginally less embarrassed by knowing that other authors do the same thing when they see their book in actual physical form.
The official stuff before you call for the jacket with the extra-long sleeves and those nice young men in their clean white coats:
Create Space has it now.
Next week Naked Reader Press should have it.
Amazon should have it within a week or two.
After that, sod if I know.
Go buy it. I don’t want to be responsible for 90% of my sales (I’ve promised copies to rather a lot of people, for one thing and another… I think I’m up for something like 10 or 15 copies just as gifts I promised assorted folks).
Here endeth the squee.