If you’re reading this, I am still alive.
I haven’t murdered anyone, there is still some gin in the bottle and my laptop and the bay window have not yet made contact. However, if you look close enough, you might be able to spot the odd scuff-mark my skull may have left on the brick wall.
But, as I’m sitting here with an enormous bar of chocolate on my lap, tapping away (what else would a writer do?) I am happy. More than happy. Ecstatic.
My book is out.
I’ve finally let go of my baby so it can learn to swim on its own.
I’m ready for reviews. If you think you might like to read it, get in touch and will send you a coupon code so you can download it for free.
In the meantime, here’s my favourite picture. Can you guess who rides this?