I've been blogging for four years now!
Less often than I'd like these days because I always feel guilty whenever I'm not working on book number two. I'm rewriting the whole thing - slowly and painfully. Writing is soooo much harder now that I know real people will actually read all those words one day.
Not that the same rule applies when I'm writing this blog - weirdly. (Maybe it's because no one ever goes on bloody Goodreads to complain about clichés or unlikeable characters in blogs!)
Had a lovely time in Cardiff recently at a Chicken House Brunch for bloggers and booksellers. Barry always makes me read first - which is terrifying. I can't convince myself this is because I am a magnificent opening act. No, I suspect it is simply because I can be relied upon to talk and read at lightning-speed before leaving the spotlight at a run. All the other authors are then free to tell their life stories and overrun wildly. I can only dream of having that sort of confidence!
I was followed by Sam Hepburn (If You Were Me) and Linda Davies (Longbow Girl) and MG Leonard (Beetle Boy). Thanks to Jazz and Annie Everall for the photos. See how much Barry loves that longbow!
Afterwards I signed books for bloggers and librarians and even an entire school - Cowbridge Comprehensive in the Vale of Glamorgan!
And then I wandered around Cardiff Castle for ages - because castles are awesome. This one has a motte, stocks and a trebuchet. More homes should have these things. Specifically my house should have them. Mostly the trebuchet... "Take that - you noisy builders working on the opposite roof and blaring out your nineties pop music!"
So - yeah - apart from trying to write eighteenth century dialogue to a background racket of Britney and Coolio, I've been busy with the run-up to Christmas and the school art club. I'm tempted to upload three adorable letters of apology I received from the boys who were over-creative with the tubes of squeezy paint and the sequins..."I promise I won't be Badly behaved in art cllub any more, Mrs Maslin, my apologes ones agen."
But I won't - because it would be wrong. Instead, I'll post the page of the Metro which describes Darkmere as assured (I've never been assured!). It was brilliant to make it onto a couple of the Best YA Books of 2015 lists. Thank you to the Metro and the Guardian.
Now, bring on Christmas!