It's 11am and already I've got through 3 hours of editing Toby Gentle and the Winter Assassin and as many cups of coffee. The house is quiet, and I have a small black pug sat on my feet for company...bliss!
The excitement of yesterday, signing the contract with Carl (aka C. G. Hickling) and launching a '12 Days of Christmas' style publishing challenge, is still there. But there's moments of panic, and I dreamt about being in an underwater cage with a large shark circling me. I woke up thinking this was bad, but then remembered that I once wrote in a school project that the most adventurous thing I wanted to do in life was cage diving with Great Whites. I also remembered my Year 6 teacher's raised eyebrows when he read it.
Anyway, back to Toby. It's his thirteenth birthday and he's stuck on Bluebell Farm, isolated from the world with his siblings and the adopted parents they have nicknamed Horrid and Pain. He's just about to receive a present, the first he's ever been given...but what is it?
More tomorrow! I'm going to put the kettle back on for another coffee.