It’s Real

It’s a pretty weird feel­ing receiv­ing your own book in the mail. I just rode home from work to find two pack­ages in the let­ter­box — one of which was my book, fresh from the print­ers. It was a totally fan­tas­tic moment and there­fore a slightly ego­tis­ti­cal one (ego­tas­ti­cal?).  It reminded me of the time as a teenager when I bought myself a Christ­mas present and put it under tree, labelled ‘To Andrew’,  until Christ­mas Day when I opened it up and was thrilled to receive a present that I actu­ally wanted.

That’s me with the book there. The other pack­age in the mail today was my Dinosaur Comics T-shirt titled Let’s Say You’ve Gone Back In Time which I am also proudly sport­ing above.

It’s weird to dis­till a year and a half’s worth of work (and not just my own work but the work of the excel­lent Hardie Grant Egmont peo­ple too) into one moment when every­thing becomes  some­thing to hold between your fin­gers. But I should prob­a­bly try to curb such grossly sen­ti­men­tal guff until the book launch.

And now, I’m off to show the book to every­one I know. Oh and read my Time Travel T-shirt in a make-up mir­ror in the bath­room mirror.