My first ever writers event.

So here I am, one forty five in the morning, sitting in my office trying to build a website, in-between writing blogs, when I should be a asleep in my nice warm bed.

The rain is falling outside, I can see my car parked in the road, dotted in drops under the streetlamp, looking lonely and cold like a dog who ate tomorrows dinner and got thrown out in the yard.

I should be asleep.

Thing is, I can't sleep.

I'm wide awake, mind all-a-racing, full of stories, full of questions and answers to questions, and determined to keep me awake.

Wide awake.

Why?

I'm guessing because tomorrow is my first ever book event. Tomorrow I'll walk into a book store in my home town of Liverpool and tell people how, why, where, when, and what I do.

And it is scaring me half to death.

Wish me luck.

Tony