Sorry, but I'm still not sick of this... even if you are! Normal service will be resumed when I've got a bit of thinking space.
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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I'm not getting sick of it I'm afraid. I keep going back and playing about as it's just too much fun.
Enjoy that coastal walk!
I will. Hehe!
Jeanne
Cait, you know, if you keep saying that it will only make me do it again!
Pip, good. Sanity a bit thin on the ground at the mo - and I love the pictures!
LBD - go on, just think what you could do with WWFMTDTWW!
Cottage Garden, you know I really should quit whilst the going is good-ish!