After three weeks of waiting, the proofs for my novel have arrived; looks like publication will be a little late! It could be worse - it could have gone to press without my seeing it. My inner control freak would have had hysterics. As it is, I now have proofs, a bio, a dedication, a pic and potentially some appendices to send. Plus I have a show tonight. Jesus. So why am I sitting here when I have so much to do?
Cos I'm scared.
The proofs are in my inbox and I haven't even opened them.
Cos I'm scared.
The proofs are in my inbox and I haven't even opened them.