Good-Big!

Boo! I'm here!

I know, I've been right quiet, haven't I!

I know I mentioned recently that I was not able to be around as much because something big was happening - good big, not bad big.

I can see the spine! I can see the spine!

I know a few people know, and probably some people might have guessed, I guess...

I wrote a book.

Surpriiiiiise, amirite?

This is not a drill.

No ads, please, we're British

More importantly, this is not an advert.

I hate being advertised at, so I'm not going to do it here. If you're a V+ member, you're PAYING to be here, and that should mean the lofty privilege of not having to look at bloody ads.

I'm not going to ask you to buy it, I'm not going to link to it, or share a picture of it. I'm not even going to tell you what it's called. That's not what this is. No solicitation, just excitation and appreciation. I just wanted to share the news, before I explode of it.

I dip my toe in Twitter (I'm going to call it that forever, I don't care) occasionally. It is wall to wall with excited scribblers like me showing off their release. Thousands upon thousands upon thousands... There is no faster way to puncture your ink-bloated ego, than to be slammed with the reality of just how vast the ocean of us is. So many unique, identical droplets vying for attention. If each were a snowflake, you could be buried under an avalanche of us.

I don't want to be that guy.

Thank you

I also wanted to say thank you! Should you track down this maniacal scribbling, you will see that you get thanked collectively there as well. All the same, I wanted to do it here. Where you can see the well-earned thank you without spending any money first. As is proper, for a thank you.

Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you a million times thank you!

For your support, your eyes, your ha'pennies, your feedback, your thoughtful comments. For being a space that, just by existing, encourages me to do the thing, and keep doing the thing. Motivation. Accountability. The occasional blowing of smoke up my rectum, like a tightly wound elastic band to power my little pen. All of it. Most of all, thank you for giving me room to be a bit shit, so I could get better.

Some details

It isn't out quite yet, but release is imminent. I fully expected it to be this week, to be honest. I am checking my email obsessively for an update. (I've grown some new appreciation for that word!) I'll keep you posted.

I am nervous. About all sorts of things. About the personal stuff that leaked out when I wasn't paying attention. About decisions I made (should I have cut that bit? Should I have dropped that character, changed that sentence, used that apostrophe?)

Mostly, I am nervous about typos. I've been over it and over it and over it, until I really was over it... I took that fine-toothed comb to it until I hated every crumb and comma of it. (Of course I wasn't the only one.) But it'll go to print and... oopsies, missed one!

I've already started on the next scribbling.

Here's to many more pages of being a bit less shit. PROST!

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Thanks again! And, as always, thank you for reading. I do my level best to reciprocate as much as I possibly can, so please do leave a comment to make that a bit easier!

If you, too, have done some scribbling, and pushed your scribble off the branch and out into the world... Well, firstly, well done you! I know what that takes, so I really mean that wholeheartedly. Secondly - what's it called? When did you do it? What's it about? TELL ME ABOUT IT DAMN IT! Feel free to include a link (not just a link, please 👍)