It has been a few weeks since I had the wonderful experience of seeing my book being printed, so I thought I’d share it on here (now that I’ve calmed down and can collect some of my thoughts into a post!)
I had been looking forward to the day for MONTHS. It felt like such a privilege to be able to see the printing process and I’m incredibly grateful to my editor and agent for organising it.
The day finally arrived and it was a perfect, sunny day. After catching the 6am coach into London, I met my editor and agent and we set off for the printers together. I didn’t really know what to expect and I was a bundle of nerves and excitement, just like going to Disney Land when I was a child!
We were welcomed into the factory by our guide for the day, who was kind enough to show us how the books were made. He was lovely and friendly and it was easy to see that he loved his job and was happy to show a clueless soon-to-be author how it all worked. I couldn’t believe how efficient and automated the whole process was (the printers are running 24 hours a day, 6 days a week!) That’s a whole lot of books 📚
Here’s the printing press in action!
After the grand tour (where I saw lots of top secret books, yet to be released 😲) I was told that THE SWITCHING HOUR was about to start printing! After a long day and a frenzy of information, it was all starting to feel very surreal.
In complete awe, I watched as they started up the printers that were going to make my real-life book.
And here it is! THE SWITCHING HOUR was born.
It’s hard to express how strange it felt, seeing my story getting turned into a book. It was such a mixture of joy and also loss, as I watched the books being packed up and ready to be shipped off to bookstores across the country. In a way, I was saying goodbye to Amaya, Kaleb, and Tau, who had occupied my every waking thoughts for so long.
But there was also so much happiness in that final goodbye. I was letting THE SWITCHING HOUR find it’s readers, wherever they might be. It was no longer my story, but theirs too.
Thank you to CPI Printers, my editor at Scholastic and my agent for making my dream of seeing my book being made real come true ❤️
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I love reading most genres from sci-fi and fantasy to chick lit and non-fiction. However, there is one genre that I have to indulge in with caution. Reading horror, such as Stephen King or H.P. Lovecraft always makes me a nervous wreck but I can’t resist the spine tingling books.
At the moment, I’m reading the Girl with all the Gifts. Even though I would describe this as being more of a love story than a horror story, it does have frighteningly fast running zombies in it, which fascinate and terrify me.
The plot itself has been a slow starter for me, building up a picture of the post-apocalyptic world, where I have been impatient to learn more about the why and how of the zombie outbreak. However, now that I’m half way through I have become absorbed into the little girls world and her struggle to control her zombie condition.
Unfortunately, as much as I’m enjoying the book, I have been having zombie related nightmares after reading several chapters before bed. So I have decided that this particular book will be a daytime read and I will keep the night time reading spot for something with fewer monsters.
I’m reading a book by Terri Cheney called ‘Manic’ about her experience with bipolar disorder. It is beautifully written and absorbing, by far the best autobiography I have read in a long time. Once I have finished it I hope to write a detailed review.
I do find that some autobiographies feel distant and weary of their own story, while sometimes I never really feel connected to the subject matter.
However, when the voice of the author really connects with you it’s as though you have met your soul mate. Someone who understands an aspect of your life, or someone who you can empathise with or who you are curious about.
The real stories that we have to tell can sometimes be far more exciting than any story thought up or imagined. I believe that everyone has a tale worth telling and there is always someone out there who is eager to read it.
I have recently started reading before bed, instead of watching TV or scrolling through the internet on my tablet.
I started the New Year with a string of disrupted night’s sleep with fleeting nightmares that woke me up every few hours. I knew that this was triggered by watching too many late night films and reading the news headlines before heading to bed. I decided to try and ‘switch off’ technology an hour or so before sleep and pick up a book instead.
The comfort of reading a paper copy that is bookmarked from the evening before instantly puts me at ease. I naturally slip into a meditative state and sleep comes easily after a while (depending on how exciting the book is at that point!)
It is difficult sometimes to stop yourself checking emails ‘one last time’ or scrolling through social media for the billionth time, but I feel happier and healthier after a good night’s sleep and all it takes is a few chapters of a book!
I have started on my second novel and I’m finding it much easier this time round. I’m glad I finished the first one but I am also happy to now put it aside.
I felt under so much pressure writing the first novel, that I wrote as though an agent or publisher was reading it over my shoulder. I thought that all I had to do was finish the book and then get it published. It felt like a race.
In the end, it felt rushed and not worthy of being published by any means. But by finishing it, I proved that I could complete the project and it gave me more confidence in my ability.
I’m now comfortable with the routine of writing every day and setting myself targets to reach. I know I will finish the current book, I have proved to myself I can.
I’m not putting pressure on myself to finish it in a certain time frame, I’m going to take my time. More importantly, I’m enjoying writing so much more now that I have slowed the pace down. It is no longer a race but a work in progress.
I never feel like I am wasting my time when I am reading.
I can sometimes feel like I am creating ‘dead time’ by browsing social media, internet window shopping and watching another boring program on TV, just because I have nothing better to do. But when I read, I feel like I am gaining something and creating my own world from the words on the page.
I interact with the story and try and second guess the outcome. I am involved with the characters and I care about their lives.
I think about the story after I have closed the covers and put it away for the night. I wonder about the twists and the clues that lead up to the grand finale. I feel like it is a personal journey that I am taking, where only I know about its secrets – you can sit and watch a film with someone but you only really ever read a book alone.
Plus, it always feels good when you have finished the book and you can tick it off your reading list.