I’ve spent pretty much every spare moment I’ve had in the last ten years writing, revising, editing and submitting my manuscripts to agents and publishers. Finally, after many ‘close-but-no-cigar’ moments, I landed a deal. Champagne, right? Well, not exactly. Okay- I’ll admit, there was a bottle of champagne courtesy of my lovely friend Bozz- but getting a publishing contract really just means the start of an intense period of pure anxiety.

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