If I were in the von Trapp family, I would be the last one to pop out and say 'Cuckoo.' I was the little girl on the stairs pretending to be asleep, while her older and more capable siblings did the song and dance routine.

I was last, but not least.

Because I had a secret.

There was a wild cowgirl inside me who, one day, would jump up and yell. Dance. Sing. Write.

So here I am. I've written a novel that I believe in. And because of my book and being a new author, I'm getting used to the idea of tending my own little corner of the Internet garden.

It feels very strange out here, online: like being in outer space, and I don't know where the Ladies' Room is.

Maybe that's because I don't Facebook or Tweet or Pinterest or Instagram; I've always been busy enough with living in real life. Figuring out how to get the dog walked plus fit in my run, what to do with chicken (again) for dinner, how early I have to leave to pick up teenage rowers from the boat shed, when to Facetime my mum, writing, editing, coffee-ing, being a friend, being a wife, getting into the city and on and on...

But I'm happy that I've arrived online. Planted seeds. Dug around a bit. Watered the soil.

And I'm happy you're here, reading. Thank you!