So, as of midnight last night, I am 32 years old. It really doesn’t feel like my birthday. As regular readers will know, a lot has happened to me in the last three months. It’s been the most brilliant and difficult of times, but notching up another year of being alive has not been at the forefront of my mind.
That said, any birthday is worth celebrating and I am very excited about the future. There is one very simple way for you to join in with my life-anniversary fun, and that’s by purchasing A is for Angelica, my lovely and well-reviewed debut novel. It’s a win-win situation. You get to buy me a gift and yet you hang on to the goods.
I also accept cash and nice messages.