This is the scary part

... Knowing that the book is "out there" and waiting to see if people like it.
It's the same kind of feeling I get every day when the boy goes to school and I wait patiently to see if he has behaved for the teacher and done all the work he should.
It's not a nice feeling. It's a kind of sick feeling.
Through everything - housework, baby-looking-after, planning for my trip to Dublin, I am paralysed by the thought that somebody, somewhere just might be reading it. I want to visit them all, and knock on their door and explain the bits they don't get, or nod when they say a bit made them cry, or just beg them to like it.(bribery is not out of the question).
Eek!

In other news - my washing machine is allegedly fixed. We didn't get a new one but from what the repair man said, he basically replaced every part of it apart from one screw or something...but it's still only a repair.
We shall see - I have yet to build up the courage to switch the thing on and leave the room. It could be a long winter spent in the kitchen watching the washing machine...