One hour and twenty minutes to go to the big day.
How will it go? Who knows. All I know is that I've loved every exciting, frustrating, exasperating, glorious minute of the journey.
What have I learned?
The world, especially the publishing world, moves at its own pace.
Don't expect too much:
At times it feels the world is marching to your door, but it's not always going to be that way.
It's a one-off experience. I'll never again be a debut author going down this strange and wonderful road and wondering what's at the other end.
Because you're only a writer when you're writing; good, bad or indifferent.
I'm a different person to the one who began these blogs eight months ago. At the start, I still wasn't sure who I really was. For about thirty odd years I've been looking for the real Douglas Jackson. Now I've found him. He's a writer.
Thanks for sticking with me.