It’s official. I’m a real author now. I have books. Real books. Sure, they’re uncorrected proofs of my book, but they’re still in book form. With a cover. And my name. And my pic on the back.
I AM AWESOME.
sorry for the mobile phone quality.
Things that may or may not have happened last night after I opened the box:
- I cried
- I laughed and squeal
- I smelled the book
- I immediately tweeted and posted to Facebook
- I had a celebratory Guinness at my fave restaurant.
- I slept with them. Naked.
You decide which of these may or may not be true.