Michelle's corner

So, something changed at work yesterday and, today, I'm needed at a site which is closer to my home; which gives me an extra hour to get to grips with things, before I roll onto the white, dotted tarmac.

And I need the extra time badly.

"Check Mate," gets, "launched," shortly. Two people have had a copy and one of them launches the book and the cover to their readership in a few days time. The other person follows the next day.

I started wearing a fitness band and I quantified why I feel like shit ... it's because my sleep pattern is out the window ... and I'm sure I closed it before I went to bed last night.

Whenever I'm facing a review from someone who I know won't pull any punches, my stomach knots up until its all over. Will they like it? Will they hate it? Did they detect the little twists I put in there? Did the morals inserted get picked up; were they too subtle, or were they offensively in-their-face? ... and one of them has a slot on a BBC Local radio station.

So right now, I just want all this to be over ... but there are a number of days yet. As it is my first sci-fi-comedy of any length, I'm expecting three stars, but I'd be ecstatic if it reached 4.

I hate waiting like this. It tears me to hell and back, and my self-control turns to jelly.

This is, possibly, the worst part of being an author, you know. The waiting. The not knowing. Someone's about to spill all to the world and there's not a clue as to what is going to be said ... until the megaphone is picked up and the announcement starts...