Fledgling has arrived in book form. The excitement in Vampire Towers is tangible. It's a real book, something which can go on a real bookshelf. Not to be read of course – I don't want anyone bending the pages *grin*
Seriously, I can't begin to explain the feeling of opening a package which had my own book in it. After years of opening Amazon packages of other people's books, to open one and read my own name is beyond exciting. (And now I'm babbling.)
I've just designed postcards for Fledgling, which I'm hoping to hand out at Fantasycon in Brighton - amongst other places - it's all real now . . . this real book . . .