It’s lovely to look at my bookshelf and see that four of the books on it are written by me. (Or rather, six because there’s a Polish edition of Who’s Afraid of Mr Wolfe?’ and a Bulgarian edition of Playing Grace.)
I remember the feeling of walking into a bookshop and seeing my book there. Although I probably wasn’t as dumbstruck in Waterstones’ in Newcastle as I was when I found Playing Grace in a bookshop in Nepal.
That’s the thing about your books – they have a life of their own out there in the world, yet you remember when they were just a flash of an idea.
My four books have all arrived in different ways.