NO I DIDN'T DO THAT.
YES I DID.
For obvious legal protection reasons, your author signature cannot be the same as your normal one, so get practising, writer lovelies. Also, try to come up with a couple of nice quotes related to the book to put in the copies people ask you to dedicate to them. I sucked at this too and only came up with one, which I wrote repetitively in everyone's book:
|For some reason Blogger WON'T LET ME PUT THIS THE RIGHT WAY UP. Sorry.|
Anyway this book is dedicated to a girl called Ingvild. Ingvild is very cool.
Whereas Dawson, the fiend, had several completely perfectly funny and sassy quotes he kept whipping out next to me and making me look like a boring old nobbin. Here he is in all his glory:
|Yes. I'm sorry. You need to once more crack your head into a right angle to see this photo. I hate everything.|
As you might expect, signing your book for the first time is this amazing mix of feelings. Fear and butterflies and surreal and amazing when someone comes up to you and actively wants you to sign THEIR copy of YOUR book.
Of YOUR. Book.
And thus the great connection between writer and reader begins. Without you, readers, we are nothing. So we love you. No really.
So there we go. 30 copies of Fearsome Dreamer are out there in the wilderness, complete with my scrawl, almost two months before publication.
And the publishing journey inches closer to the Mount Doom of climax.