Monthly Archives: April 2020

Thank you for the space

I thought it felt roomier on the broom!

Thank you to Axel Scheffler for the extra airy broom he’s provided me with for the present situation. Besides, I am someone who is happiest with much emptiness around me. Not completely, you understand, but enough room for the swinging of cats, and peace of mind.

In the post

Isn’t this wonderful? Two special books arriving on the same day, and so much looked forward to. I like my postman!

I also ‘quite like’ Meg Rosoff and Sara Paretsky. Meg’s new book is YA, and out this summer. Sara’s is the latest V I Warshawski, out in late April. Here’s to The Great Godden, and Dead Land!

Now, which to read first?

Not much left now

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.

Magnets and raisins

Time to do some raisin of standards here.

That six degrees of separation thing? Where you turn out to ‘know’ just about anybody in the whole world? Well, I can count three to the astrophysicist in Australia who managed to get magnets stuck up his nostrils.

It’s a nicely funny story, while a bit topical, and seeing as the man appears to be able to laugh at himself, I feel it’s OK to share.

The tale reminds me of someone else who stuck something different up her nostril once. As it will you, if you’ve been a fan for a long time. (You’d better have!!)