This is always hard. I decided early on that September would see me first on this writing course, and later in Gothenburg at the book fair. But apart from September this year being somewhat awkwardly arranged in our house anyway, then come the extras.
I found to my dismay that the watering hole thought that Thursday would be a good date to invite Martin Bell round. So I’ll be enjoying (I hope..!) my retreat in Yorkshire while others, like Daughter and My Replacement, enjoy words of political wisdom.
Two weeks on and I’ll be tucking into some Swedish pizza (the one with Gorgonzola and piri piri), while the neighbourhood children get to meet Geraldine McCaughrean, whose name I’ve happily been getting wrong for years until this week. Daughter, as the only official child of the family, will be available to do what the witch can’t.
For those not in Yorkshire or eating pizza, Martin Bell is at Simply Books on the 13th and Geraldine McCaughrean will be coming on the 27th September. Why not go and see them?