September 2010 Archives

Almost True Book Launch

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Keren, her editor and a familiar face

I've been to my fair share of underwhelming book launches, but last night I went to the best book launch I've ever attended in Waterstones Islington. I knew it was going to be good as I crept up the stairs (past the posters for Keren's launch) and heard the low rumble of chattering voices. Turning the corner, I found this:


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People having fun!

I was soon chatting away to loads of people: my agent, my agent's husband, Fiona Dunbar, Inbali Iserlis, Nick Cross, Keren herself. Keren and her editor, Maurice Lyon, gave speeches and there were readings from Keren's novels by a teenage guest. Keren writes authentically in the voice of a contemporary teenage boy. I have no idea how she does this and am in total awe. She's one of those writers who makes you nod deeply and say, 'Keren's REALLY good.' She just is - the type of good you can't learn. I loved 'When I Was Joe' and I can't wait to start reading my signed copy of 'Almost True'.

Favourite moments from the evening? Seeing Keren's children beaming with pride as their mother spoke. Meeting Maurice Lyon and realising that Keren has one of those rare jewels in publishing: an editor who cares deeply and is genuinely vested in developing her as an author. 

Oh, and can you guess from the opening photo? Whilst Keren and Maurice were busy addressing their adoring audience, I spotted a familiar face behind them. Isn't that The Chocolate Keyboard, whose blog I enjoy so much? I lurched over to introduce myself and hope I didn't frighten Anna!

Thank you to Keren, Waterstones and Frances Lincoln for a lovely, lovely evening. Here's to great success for Keren!

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Writing, Art and Shopping

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How rude!

This is a week of links. If you fancy owning your own rude mug, or anything else associated with the literary life, I've just discovered this wonderful website. I could happily divert most of my salary to The Literary Gift Company, buying presents for all my friends and family. I particularly like the reading group book organiser, which I already have down as the perfect ironic present for a friend.

Another entertaining link is this article by Hilary Mantel about her experiences being shortlisted for literary prizes, and finally winning one. As has already been documented here, I have a bit of a writer crush on Hilary. So talented and so sensible. I like that in a woman!

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Necessary sustenance


When I've not been playing on the Internet, I've been writing. First with other writer friends at a new cafe that's opened near the office called Drink, Shop & Do. We were brought the most delightful hot chocolates, pictured above, and with that sugar buzz we were soon hammering away at our keyboards. I really recommend a visit to this place - it's a hive of creativity with craft classes, a cafe and a shop. 

Today's writing took place at home. So domestic, so low key. That's what you reckon. IT boyfriend has bought us a new computer monitor:

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Monster Monitor

When I first clapped eyes on this monster (for it can go by no other name) I was terrified. It's a bit ... BIG, isn't it, I thought. I didn't dare say that out loud. I sat down to work. It was unsettling. But then I discovered how huge monitors can truly be a writer's friend. With my manuscript on one side of the screen and my current research web link sat on the other side of the screen, my glance could dart from one to the other with no constant clicking back and forth. I like this a lot. The down side? Authors can now have Facebook open on their screens as they write. That is a bad thing. A very, very bad thing...

I'm not the only person creating in my neck of the woods this week. The E17 Art Trail is all around me. My neighbour has even thrown her home open to exhibit work! This morning I locked my bike up and stopped to take a few photos of these at the Vestry House Museum. I think it's a play on 'portable allotments' but don't quote me on that. It may just be someone's shopping...