My first book

Last month I finished writing my first book. I was really pleased with myself, as I'd been working on it since July 2007 and couldn't believe that I'd managed to write 70,000 words about regularly getting off my head in dark, licensed premises (it's a clubbing memoir). I was so proud, I even took a picture of the manuscript.



I sent it off to my publisher (and here's another tale, a warning about not accepting the first contract that comes your way, such an amateur) and waited for his response.

And waited. And waited. And then discovered he was on his second skiiing holiday of the year so far. I'm not sure whether he still even wants to publish my book - maybe he was off his head when he signed it? He's moved the launch date around three times, we can't agree on a sub-head, he's not commissioned a cover, and worst of all, he's not even mentioned me on his blog. Not once! (Although he and others on his list seem to have some happy political banter going on in his comments section). Am I being a typically whingy author? Or am I right to be concerned about his lack of concern? All I can do is wait.