Well, this is a post I wished I would write sometime – but feared I might never.
My novel is due to be a book. An actual published book.
I have signed a contract with Black & White Publishing. And, it’s due out next year.
There, I’ve said it.
I’m waiting for someone to tip me on the shoulder or to knock on the door and shout, ‘Fooled You’ or ‘Fool You’ or ‘Sorry, there has been a big mix up’. Or something like that.
It has taken me a month to write this. A month since I signed the contract and the publisher counter signed. I’m not sure what I have been waiting for, apart from the knock on the door or that tap on my shoulder.
My wife says there’s something wrong with me. I think she’s right. (“Hi, I am his wife and I can verify that YES, there is something wrong…..)
Next up are the edits. That should be okay, shouldn’t it?