I made my way to the National Liberal Club yesterday for the SWWJ tea. I had not been to London for over a year due to the rail strikes. Confusing directions led me to go a long way round but I arrived in plenty of time, with books for sale as requested.
The room was laid out so beautifully I took a photo with my mobile phone but, unfortunately, when I got home it wasn’t there. I hate smartphones.
We had a delicious tea and I chatted to a group from Surrey and bought a copy of a book by Mary Rensten called “Letters from Malta.” However, I had to leave early to return to Worthing and missed the final part of the session. I left a copy of “Reflections” for the raffle.
The whole trip made me feel old as, across the day, I had four offers of a seat on the trains and tube, FOUR! I must look awfully ancient.
The Sea Scribes attended a Christmas fayre at Heene Road Community Centre in Worthing on December 2nd with plenty of different books for sale, some of which were Christmas themed and would make excellent presents. Our festive stall was well attended but there was so much entertainment going on and such wonderful cakes for sale that many people just smiled and passed by. Friends who already had some of our books came to say hello and say how much they enjoyed our work but how could we compete with donkey rides and a £300 bottle of champagne (in the raffle) ? It was very festive and a credit to the organisers.
Would you believe it? Someone asked me if I was writing another book. I didn’t think I was until she put the idea in my head. Then the thoughts started buzzing. I have a character called Rose in the Lane trilogy who had retired to Wales. Something tells me she won’t stay there!
Wow! It seems I am read in the UK, too. I wonder if any of you like easy reading stories based in the past- not the distant past – the 1960’s. I wrote about young love and adventure in the UK in the 60’s when life seemed full of possibilities but people were basically more innocent, when girls hitchhiked alone without fear of consequences and it was possible to afford a flat share.
The book is called “A Lesson for the Teacher” which was probably a mistake as the word ‘teacher’ puts some people off. I called it that because, as a young teacher one tends to think that you know everything and it is only when you are out in the big wide world you discover how ignorant you are, especially about men!
It is probably my last novel (of six) as I have turned to drama and poetry. I’ll try to find a cover picture.
New bookmarks purchased, with illustrations of book covers on, rather than my photo. While I was out I bought a display stand for the events that are coming up.I may not be writing but I shall be talking and (I hope) selling, in the next few months.My next task is to find some sketches for a spring event. I have looked on line and they just don’t seem funny. I think the secret may be to make them very local and topical but I will research Victoria Wood as she was very gifted that way. We want to mix music and words and give the takings to charity.I just hope my record player is loud enough for the hall next week as I am delivering a talk that includes recordings from the Voice of Progress. I’ll have a rehearsal as I do think having to use apparatus when public speaking is dodgy.
Public speaking is almost as enjoyable as writing. Having been a schoolteacher I don’t get nervous talking to a crowd and I get a real kick out of hearing people laugh.
I have just had my second booking for 2018 and hope to find more readers for my books. I am reluctant to book evening meetings now but all days up to September except Thursdays and Fridays are free at present – until I book a holiday! Luckily I have just ordered some more copies of the poetry anthology and am planning to get some more bookmarks. The first 100 copies of “Reflections, Then and Now,” will not last until Christmas as we are taking them away for a weekend where the folk know us and usually support our writing.
I have a talking spot in the Southern Bookshow planned for March and I am planning a topic that others may not use. ( With a plan B in case that doesn’t work!)