Last Tuesday morning as I arrived at the office bright and early for a meeting first thing my colleagues greeted me with expectant looks and smiles. I was momentarily taken aback; could this mean what I thought it meant? 'Is it here?' I squealed. I hadn't been expecting it until at least midday. They indicated to a package that had been waiting on my chair. It was here. I picked up the package and sat down. As I held it in my hands I paused, holding my breath. This was it; after years of hard work I would finally hold my own book in my hands. The nervous anticipation I'd had for weeks came rushing back to me; the fine line between excitement and sheer terror blurring as it does when your car ascends the rollercoaster ride and your knuckles whiten as you get closer to the top before the sharp drop. With heart in mouth I opened the package and pulled out the hardback book inside. I ran my fingers over the cover and read the words 'A Slice of Cherry Pie'. I beamed.