They said I was crazy, they said it’d never work…
Actually they said nothing of the sort — but it hooks you in, doesn’t it?

Well it’s been four years in the making, and now it’s finally about to hit the shelves. Actually that’s not quite true: the book itself took about 15 months to write, in between other interruptions such as earning money, and then it sat around gathering dust (or whatever it is that electronic files gather — iron filings?) for nearly three years after that. Until eventually someone, somewhere* decided that it might just be worth the risk, and so here we are at this happy point where we’re discussing the placement of commas and footnotes and working out what angles to take in radio interviews.

Which I figure means that I have finally reached the point of being able to call myself an author, as opposed to a guy who joined a whole stack of holiday emails together for a bit of a lark.

* And what a highly astute literary agent is Margaret Connolly. Not to mention those excellent publishers New Holland, who know a good book when they spot one.