My advance copies of The Pirate’s Revenge have just arrived from the publisher.
I picked one up and it felt like it had nothing to do with me at all, something only strangely and vaguely familiar, instead of something I wrote and rewrote and edited and proofed and re-read a million times.
Now it’s turned into a book. How odd.
I suppose I’ll have to sit down and read it now.
I wonder what happens in the end?