This is going to have to be the world’s fastest blog post as I am supposed to be painting the bathroom in the harvest manager’s house before he comes back next week. I sneaked off this morning, to the Hayling Island Bookshop where Miriam Halalmy was signing copies of Hidden. It was a low key event , unlike her fabulous launch in London that I failed to make (frequent readers of this blog will know this is not unusual, me being a hermit and the chain to the farm being about a foot long).
So, all over excited at getting out for an hour, I arrived early.
Me, in a bookshop, with time. Bad. Especially one with such a fantastic teen selection. Luckily I had read an awful lot of the books on display because an awful lot of them were by fellow SCBWI members – including, of course, the book I had gone there to buy: Miriam Halalmy’s HIDDEN. If you haven’t heard of SCBWI and you are a writer or illustrator of children’s fiction you really should check it out – the third, fabulous Undiscovered Voices competition is launched TODAY for unagented , unpublished writers in the UK. It has helped launch the careers of many of my writing buddies:
Do it, join to day, submit to the competition – who knows where it could lead!
Oh look at me, sidetracked AGAIN. You see , this is exactly what happened in the book shop and exactly what caused the terrible shopping accident. To make things worse, Beloved came in before I had a chance to hide my stash,
‘Got enough books there Kath?’
‘Urm,’ I had to think quickly, ‘It was an accident, they fell in my bag.’
Bookshops are Dangerous Places.