One year ago today, my first novel was born.
They grow up so fast, don’t they? Now it’s already talking and practically walking. Next thing you know it’ll be asking me for the car keys. Sniff.
Its birthday present arrived two days early: a box of itself in paperback. It was extremely excited, but isn’t sure what to do with so many copies. Bertie wants us to hurry up and decide so he can have the box. So remember that I am giving a copy to a randomly picked someone who leaves a comment (you can do it here) and promises to pass it on to a deserving kid.