1. Stayed up far too late battering the cover blurb into submission and fell asleep, pen in hand with my head on the kitchen table - which is now in the lounge and called a desk.

2. Fixed up a calendar with a list of jobs to do between Now and Then. Wonder if I'm doing the right thing with two magazine deadlines, a big show, a new book brief, school holidays and a diva of a dog in the house. Think to myself "what would a professional do" - decide that they would pay somebody to help but that's not going to happen. Eat a banana and choose to suck it up and get on with it. The work, not the banana.

3. Can I do all the publicity myself? Not sure. fire off some emails to people I used to know in a past life.