Waiting for reviews – does it get easier?


After months and months of writing The Gift this morning it all came to an end. I signed off on the typesetting files, and at lunchtime it was uploaded to Netgalley and sent out to book reviewers, and it will be officially published in just two weeks.

It seems far longer than five months ago I was waiting anxiously for the first reviews to come in for The Sister, my debut novel, but I still remember that anxious feeling in the pit of my stomach as thoughts rushed in at me from all directions, and none of them were good. ‘What if no one likes it?’


With the second novel. I had hoped the process would be easier, but I find myself restless again, unable to settle.

As I look around I see a pile of laundry, books waiting to be read, admin to be caught up on, but I cannot concentrate. Instead I wait and I think about the highs and lows of becoming an author, and despite the gnawing anticipation, the nagging feeling that my second book might not be as well received as my first, I think about how lucky I am. Finally published. I am so glad I never gave up on my dream.