Even for a writer, words are impossible to describe the feelings I have about taking part in this project. Those who know me will perhaps understand more... I've been registered since the opening day, telling everyone I know about it, and I've watched two of my friends be selected for the plinth- @thespyglass, who did an amazing job as I watched online in the first week, and @robbelaw yesterday (Friday 25th) evening, standing at the foot of the plinth watching his supremely confident presence entertain the world. One of my other friends, @jensenwilder has also been selected for the 3rd October, and I'm immensely looking forward to his particular take on the event.

Four 'not been selected' emails later, I was resigned to being an admiring supporter, but chance put me onto the reserve list, and now here I am... Sarah... @smont... preparing to take her place.

Not having weeks to plan what I'm going to do is remarkably liberating for someone who usually likes to organise things to the nth degree. I was already in London when I heard, so I only have the clothes, the shoes, the props and the words I've already brought with me.

I will declare right away though, that I am in the 'it is art from the point you interact with it' group; my being there is part of the vision, other people turning down places is part of the vision, people promoting charities, causes, businesses, themselves are part of the vision, and people who stand and say nothing are equal participants. In short, I feel no pressure or obligation to perform, or to entertain. Which is a good thing as I am just not that entertaining!

And to be honest with you, anyone who has stood alongside the statues on Crosby beach, the Antony Gormley installation 'Another Place', watching the ships sail out of the mouth of the Mersey, seeing the sunlight on the Wirral shoreline, will know that in reality, it's all neither here nor there anyway...

Perhaps I'll just read my nephew, Oliver, a story. He'll be awake, I'm sure!