I'm Getting Hungry
Four weeks to go, and the growing suspicion that sandwiches would have been easier to make than a novel.
As of today, it officially four weeks until my book comes out. This is apparently the point at which my brain decides this is no longer a normal calendar event but something I should start to panic about.
I’m getting nervous. I’m getting excited. I’m getting hungry. These are not unrelated things.
There’s something very particular about this stage of a book’s life. The writing is long finished. The editing is done. The cover exists. The pages are real. All the careful, private work has already happened, and what’s left is the waiting. The standing on the edge of something you made and realising you’re about to push it into the world and hope it finds kind eyes and open hearts.
It feels tender. It feels terrifying. And I feel like devouring about six cheese and pickle sandwiches.
I’ve lived with this story for years. I know its corners and secrets and odd little jokes. Soon, it won’t belong just to me anymore, and that’s both the point and the scary bit. It’s also the bit where I start cutting the crusts off unnecessarily.
Since it's still a few weeks until I can share the whole book with you, I thought I'd share a small teaser.
One of my favourite quiet things about this book is that every chapter title is a reference. Some are obvious. Some are deeply nerdy. Some are the sort of thing that will make a very specific person (or group of people) feel seen while everyone else is oblivious. It felt right for a story about parallel worlds, hidden histories, and noticing the layers beneath what looks ordinary.
If you’re already excited, I’d love you to:
- Check out the book page on my publisher's website.
- Share it with someone who likes queer stories, sci-fi, found family, or stories that start small and then quietly break all known laws of physics.
- Or simply stick around while I ocillate gently between confidence and sandwich making.
Four weeks.
Blimey.
