…and no I’m not talking about any of the women’s movements that’s making the news lately, I’m talking about an MOT test.
If you’re not from this side of the pond, it’s our yearly car safety check.
Basically if it fails…you can’t drive it on the road.
Never will you see a collection of men all sitting in a line, chewing their fingernails and praying silently to themselves.
Ladies…if you want to make a man nervous, lift his pride and joy on a hoist and walk around under it with a torch in hand, shaking your head, and ‘tutting’ to yourself.
Someone remarked that’s it’s like watching a bunch of grown boys all sitting outside the headmasters office, twitching and looking nervous.
I’ll be joining that line tomorrow evening. – Cringe.
After the going over my car got last year, I almost felt like giving an acceptance speech when he handed the pass certificate over.
That’s almost how it feels when you release a book and you sit worrying about the reviews.
“Will they like it?”
“Oh God, what have I done?”
“They’re going to hate it, I know it.”
All writers have those worries. That’s if you can get reviews.
It’s worse when no one does. You don’t know if it’s good or bad.
Thankfully there’s a way out of that awful feeling….
PS – Maybe I’ll give the old Jedi mind trick a go…. ‘This isn’t the car you want to fail.’