Good for me

Posted by Katy Regan at 08:09 on 24 Jul 2008

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I really feel like this life is happening to someone else. It is fantastic and yet utterly surreal in equal measures. This week, for instance, I was sent what is to be (with a little tinkering) my book jacket. It’s cool, I really rather like it. And the more I look at it, the more I like it. I have had it sitting in front of me, on my desk for a week now, and I still can’t get over it. Every morning when I walk into my lounge (which doubles up as my office) I do a double take and think, 'Good God, Is that really my book? With my name on it? When the hell did I write that!?'

It seems incomprehensible to me now, when I am planning the structure of my second book (and remembering the pain!), that I managed to do that the first time around. I mean ok, it might be the flop of the century, but still, I wrote an entire book with a beginning, middle (well, some words anyway) and an end. Considering my lack of ability in the general ‘adult life' department, I’m quite chuffed.

As you can tell, have been in ‘self-congratulatory’ mode today! Please forgive me, this happens sometimes. I walk around for the whole day with an inane grin on my face going 'I wrote a book, my God, I wrote a book! I got pregnant by my best friend and then, I sat down and wrote a bloody novel about it. Would you ever believe it!'

My mum, bless her, can’t really believe it either. It seems she has delusions of grandeur about me of late. She thinks people 'look at me strangely' when I go back up north because they recognise me. (Where from?! I’d like to know?!) I might have to break it to her soon, that actually they’re just 'looking at me strangely'. I’ve probably grown a beard and just not noticed, the amount of time I spend in isolation.

Second to the book issue, my self-congratulatory feelings today may also be due to something else. You see, I think I may just have broken the record for the fastest-buying-of-a-new-television-ever-known-to man. This is what I love so much about this flexible life I now lead. This morning I spent three hours in a library immersed in what a certain new character may do/wear/say, then I had lunch, decided I simply couldn’t survive another minute without a new TV, went to Curry’s and bought one, in five minutes flat. Before you start thinking I am indulgence itself, I’d just like to say, that my old TV was a 1980s Grundig one, with one working channel at the best of times (no digital or anything), about an 8 inch screen and a temperament more volatile than Naomi Campbell.

People have stopped wanting to come round because I spend the whole time ignoring them with my bum in the air, trying to get reception on the TV then constantly flicking through the channels to get any to work.

It was time to get a new one. I’ve been putting it off for a year…

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