That’s it. The End. At 17.40pm today, a few weeks later than I planned, I typed the last sentence of my novel, I have written 80,000 words in two months and a few days. But that was the easy bit. The difficult part is getting it published. Later this week I will email it to one of London’s hottest literary agents and then I must sit back and wait. Now, since it is my birthday, it is time to go out and drink pink champagne.