Countdown

My mother bought five copies of The Daily Mail, because it featured me (styled in white) talking about my book. She then announced she was ‘off to text friends about it.’ Many minutes later – she hits the keys warily and painfully slowly, as if a mistake might launch a nuclear warhead – she announced that she and her friends think I should probably avoid wearing white in the future. (Oops - see left). So begins my life as a novelist.

There are a couple of things preoccupying me right now. Who will baby sit my son during my launch party? What shoes will I wear? Will there be enough alcohol? The real issue - will anyone actually buy my book, let alone like it - is far too terrifying to contemplate.

Sometimes it feels like the launch of The Rise and Fall of a Yummy Mummy should be spearheaded by someone rather more convincing. It would help if I could read aloud without stuttering, or sign books without leaving what looks like a clump of fake eye lashes squashed on the page. But never mind, me and my book are stuck with each other. It's time to start enjoying the launch process. To quote Maurice Sendak's Where the Wild Things Are, ‘Let the wild rumpus start!’

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