Super exciting parcel arrived today from the lovely people at Walker Books. Books! Lots of them!



Opening it was, I think, the first time I realised I had actually written a book. I had seen a copy before, but on it's own it seemed like a bit of a trick - a one-off thing that only I would ever own. But a boxful of the things feels much more real. It exists. There is no stopping it. Well, an axe could stop it, wielded with enough force. And a paper shredder could too, if you had the patience to feed them page by page into the machine. Or a house fire, easily.  Okay, there's lots of ways to stop it. But for now it exists!