Morning morning morning

So. Unable to sleep because all I can think about is this bloody lecture tonight.
Why am I doing it? I can't pimp up my book properly because I still haven't received my copy! After a month's delay, the book has been published and presented at World Fantasy Con in New York City on 2nd November. Meaning a 4 week shipping delay for shipping. Why on earth the publisher couldn't have let us know about this delay earlier is anyone's guess. Getting it out there at the Fantasy con is great, not telling anyone is perhaps counter productive.

But the book's not making me fret too much. I'm scared of the lecture itself. Why did I agree to do this? The book was only the intro. But there's too much information anyway, I have lots to print off and I dare not start, cos I don't want to wake people up with the sound of the printer.

I should make a list of things needed. I hate lists. And I love sleep. Oh sleep sleep, I have a breakfast show, and then a teeny interview for our company newsletter thing - for goodness'sake, what's to say? This is Debbie. She wrote a book. Then I have to get a very particular poster, and then I have to get back here and abuse dear colonel_maxim's generosity by printing out stuff and after that, finding a photocopying place. Then I can sleep before the lecture.

After all, it's really just talking among friends. I'm winding myself up. The key is to stop taking it so seriously. And not making myself a second cup of coffee.

Good morning strange world.