Tuesday, 9 March 2010
A big box arrived today and in it were twelve copies of Mortlock looking all gruesome green, black-edged and menacing.
My mind is a right tangle.
It's taken three and a half years to get here. Not a huge amount of time by any stretch of the imagination. I don't like using the word 'journey' but a lot has happened leading up to this moment. I lost my mum and dad while writing Mortlock, tomorrow is the second anniversary of my father's funeral. We've had a family illness that has changed the way we live and run our lives.
Paradoxically, for the Mayhew family, Mortlock (a pretty dark story) has become a little beacon of light in what could otherwise be a very bleak world. So forgive us if we coo over it and carry it round for a while and show everyone we meet and smile inanely. We think its ace!
Thanks Sarah Davies. Thanks Bloomsbury! And no apologies for the gormless expression on my face in the picture below, this is a dream come true.