I am blogging to take my mind off the fact that in just over an hour I'll be doing my book launch.
I am petrified.
Normally I'm fine when I'm reading at someone else's event. But this is different. I'm asking people to come and support me in something that is entirely about me (not the novel, the launch). Years ago a friend told me not to expect anything and then I wouldn't be disappointed. If I don't expect many people to come does that mean I won't be disappointed? Or that I will be?
Either way I'm scared.
The librarian wasn't very hopeful about people turning up either. There are lots of other things happening in the village at the same time including another book launch! (My old tutor from the MA creative writing course is compering that one but it's altogether a different class of literature so our audiences are unlikely to clash.)
Ah well, all the more chocolate for me if no-one comes. (I doubt if anyone will want to eat it anyway as I left it in the car this morning and it melted ...) (It won't stop me, of course.)
And it can't be worse than prison yesterday.