It has been months! Months and months since I last wrote on RedRoom! ...but the problem is that, what with one thing and another - in between writing a novel, and organising spoken word events, and going to jumble sales, and keeping up with the (spit) housework, there hasn't been a lot of time to. You know how it is.
But I did want to say about something I did last week. Excitingly enough, one of my short stories was published by Tonto Books recently; the book officially came out about two months ago. The publisher arranged a book party at the Lit & Phil in Newcastle!
The fact that I had a book launch alone was enough to make me feel like a real writer, and so I went along, even though Newcastle is miles away and I was in a really bad mood. The temptation of a library full from floor to ceiling with old books, quite frankly readers, is enough to make me do almost anything.
And oh, how full of books is the Lit & Phil:
I mean, look at that. Ridiculous. You could never read all those books in a lifetime... although it would be fun to try.
The book launch started at 7.00, with readings from my compadres also included in the anthology. I, of course, missed the start, driving around and around the city centre like an infuriating moron, spitting and cursing that I couldn't find the Lit & Phil, even while I was driving past it... for the third time.
I did, though, get there in time to enjoy this:
I sat on a set or steps to eat my sandwiches during the break. A few minutes later, a woman came and turfed me out because I was in her seat. I had to stand for the rest of the evening. Oh, the indignity, readers.
Luckily I was able to see readings from Judy Walker (reading an excerpt from her short story, 'Bananaman'), and Marianne Archbold ('Home-Birds').
Afterwards, I sat around sticking my nose in the filing system for the index-cards to breathe the smell in deeply (THIS IS NOT WEIRD EVERYBODY DOES IT) and then I went home. It was a good night.