Hello nerves. I am currently in the middle of packing for the Surrey International Writers Convention, which I leave for tomorrow morning. It is my first BIG convention. It is also my first writing only convention. It is my first sit down with an agent.
If I could just ignore the colony of butterflies trying to escape my stomach, I could convince myself that I’m not scared witless. But alas….
On to happier notes, The Box Under The Bed, is kicking ass and taking names. We are beating Stephen King in the horror section. Yes, folks, beating the master. Woo-flippin’-hoo.
And things are almost ready for Ostrich Mentality. Editing is done, until my ARCs tell me otherwise. It’s been formatted. I have a marketing plan this time. I am essentially waiting on some quotes for my back cover about how mediocre, I mean awesome it is from best selling authors who are kindly helping me out.
How about a little cover preview? Yeah?