It’s a fine, dry day and there’s an Italian market in the square outside Waterstone’s. Good for a book signing? ‘Bad,’ says Tim. The stalls are blocking the view of the shop and the fine weather’s keeping everyone outdoors. Hmm, that must be why they’ve only put one small poster up for my event, I mean why waste the Blu Tack? Tim demonstrates handing off the marauding hordes After much refolding of a black tablecloth and a rummage around for some books, I’m invited to take up my position at the author table somewhere between ‘fantasy and horror’, children’s books and a poster of the next author, Bobby ‘Iron Duke’ Windsor who’s signing on Monday. Once Tom, Lily, my lovely daughter, and her partner, Russ, are all sure I’m not going to run away, they leave me to it, taking it in turns to make sure I’m all right and bring me tea. Very soon, I notice a small boy watching me. When he returns with his family I learn that he would like to be a writer. His method, he tells me, is to rewr...
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But very well done indeed!
What an achievement, you must be so thrilled.
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Go you! And a great time!
Congratulations to you ... hoping that you are resting well today.
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You didn't look at all puffed either.
You worked so hard and deserve every success.
PS Have you read...
What I talk about when I talk about running by Haruki Murakami? Great book for writers who run or runners who write.
BT
Hubby is going to New York on 2nd November. Think you are all mad...where is the pleasure in running when you can walk (or crawl or limp in my case)
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