Aaand there goes the Edinburgh International Book Festival, along with its Edinburgh festival peers.
Not unexpected, except I’d done the ostrich thing and not considered it at all, yet. But it’s better and easier to cancel with more notice to everyone.
Except, today there are a lot of disappointed authors, who will now not appear in Charlotte Square. It’s such a special time, for so many.
It’s early enough that I didn’t even know who was meant to be appearing, as that stays a secret until June. But now people feel they can share the news, so it’s possible to be disappointed on their behalf and on my own behalf.
The bookfest had been the one thing to propel me forward when I wondered for the umpteenth time whether to close up shop. ‘I’ll keep going until August and Edinburgh,’ I told myself. It even looked like I might have the services of my photographer for more of it, too.
That will teach me to think. Even to wonder in advance if I could work out who ‘ought to’ be coming, based on new books and other things.