Popping my cork

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Back when I was working in community regeneration, I was given a bottle of champagne as a Christmas present by my line manager at the time. It was a generous gesture and gratefully received. However, I’m not a fan of champagne, so it ended up in a cupboard with the thought that I’d open it when I sold my first book.

It’s ended up living in four different cupboards in four different houses over the years. But, last night, it was finally drunk. Surprisingly, it hadn’t gone off.

I actually sold my first book a week ago now. I have no idea who bought it. It seems like it may have been someone living in Europe. But, whoever it was, thank you. I hope the gamble of trying a new author is paying off.

And thank you to everyone else who has taken that gamble over the past week. I hope you’re enjoying The Silver Mask.

Sunday night insomnia

Well, I’ve managed to make a week without running away.

There’s still a while to go before blogging and maintaining the website becomes habitual. I have a vague memory of hearing a fact that it takes six weeks for people to settle into a new routine and for things to become normal, everyday habits. If the fact is true, and not something my mind is just conjuring up while I sit in the late-night dark writing this, then come 15 August this will be just a usual part of my day.

Of course, by then, I should (will hopefully) have published The Silver Mask and, once that’s published, there’s no running away. It will be out there, and I will have committed myself to going forward on whatever path it creates for me (most likely one that is very similar to my existing one, but with a blog).

I called this post ‘Sunday night insomnia’ as it is Sunday night and, as per normal, I’m still awake and a little restless.

Although I call this…pattern?…of staying up late into the night on a Sunday ‘insomnia’, I’m not sure it is true insomnia. Although people I’ve mentioned it to in the past have suggested that it’s down to anxieties over the working week starting in a matter of hours, I’m unconvinced. It happens regardless of whether I have work or not.

I suspect it has more to do with me being a night owl. During the week, I’m forced to wake earlier than I would, so, by late night, I’m tired enough to sleep. The weekend comes, and I find myself waking up as and when my body wishes. Come Sunday night, my sleep pattern has adjusted to what it would be naturally without the demands of a working week, and so I find myself sitting in the dark, restless and flitting between activities that can be done on my laptop┬ábut won’t cause me to become so absorbed that I’ll force myself to carry on with them until complete despite now being tired enough to sleep.

Day Two point Five

So, I suppose I should explain why this website is here.

Having said that, I’m guessing that if you’re here you already know as you likely found the URL at the back of a book.

I am or, more likely by the time you’re reading this, I have published a book: The Silver Mask. I’ll talk about the actual book in a later post.

It’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while and something others would probably have done sooner. But for better or for worse, it will be published soon(ish).