Today, I finished my tour of Brighton cafes, slowly reading through the manuscript of my novel, away from my Mac so I wouldn't start making fiddly changes.  There are things to change, but apart from one short passage it's more a matter of minor word engineering rather than anything more profound.  And, what's more, it reads back well.

Also today my profesional Illustrator friend has sent me her final version of the cover - plus brilliant review quotes she's made up for the back, until I have some proper ones.

So - to quote her favourite phrase "onwards and upwards"...

Well, of course not, not quite.  Whether is the beer I had yesterday, or my Inner Sabateur unaided, I've got terrible stomach pain today and don't feel good at all.

Why break the habit of a life time?  My terror of success has always been far more vivd and potent than my fear of failure.