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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PS Hope Big Project is going well - keep those writing pants on.
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I especially loved what you said about finding your father's fingerprints on his LP collection.
I'm researching my great-grandfather who died in Cardiff in 1922 at the moment, and been looking up where they lived there too.
Hope the Big Project is going well. See you soon.
Jeanne x
What, though do you do with old records that have sentimental value but aren't really playable (even if we had something to play them on?
Thanks very much for taking the time and trouble to read the article and comment. I'm sorry not to reply individually but, Sheepish, my Writing Pants are still on fire so I'm feeling the force and racing to the finish!
And best of luck with the project.
May your ink never run dry...
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