This is me, holding the first copy of Little Monsters to reach me. I'm thrilled, as you can see. Excitement always makes me look as though I've just been arrested and then told to smile. I still have the packaging in my hand. FedEx. The photogaph is very small because it's been cropped, and isn't intended to represent my innate modesty, which I no longer seem to have. I'm being introduced to people as a writer and I've stopped saying weelll and shaking my head in a self-deprecating way. I beam and offer to sign things. T-shirts. Skin.