So tomorrow should be interesting. I will be attending my first book festival as an author rather than a visitor.
Having missed the Newark Book Festival earlier in the year because of pesky work commitments, I am pleased to be able to take a stand at the Grantham festival which will be held at the Grantham Museum on St Peter's Hill in (unsurprisingly) Grantham, tomorrow (Saturday 3rd November).
I might cautiously suggest that with Christmas coming this might even be the perfect opportunity to acquire a fine volume of ghostly tales as a present for one of those more distant relatives. Especially the older ones from whom one might hope to gain some small pittance of an inheritance were they to suffer a shock. By strange, and some might say unfortunate, coincidence just such a shock might conceivably be obtained from reading, for example, a fine volume of ghostly tales, given as a thoughtful present by a caring, yet ever so slightly misguided, younger relative.
Food for thought I am sure you will agree.
Anyway, I hope that some of you might wander along and see me on my stand tomorrow. I don't bite. Unless I am hungry in which case all bets are off. Actually I am hungry quote a lot of the time...
My good friend and fellow author Steve Lee will also be in attendance with his own stand as will our wonderful and very patient publisher Lisa of Green Cat Books. She will be the one looking daggers at me because I am overdue with my next book. I will be using a red tablecloth to hide the blood.
And now I need a drink to fortify me against the cold November night and the thought of maniacal (but lovely) publishers.
Pass the bottle someone. The big one I think.
