I just realised that I didn’t tell you about the launch of Thrive, four weeks ago in Newcastle.
I’m so worried about overdoing the ‘look! look! me with a book! buy my book!’ stuff that I though I would hold back… then I forgot. Please don’t be insulted. My brain is so absorbed in the new book at the moment that it struggles to remember much outside the realms of the story. (I had a panic last week because I thought I couldn’t remember what I’d done for Christmas. Then another when it ocurred to me that I thought it was March when it’s only October.)
Anyway. Joy and I got things off to a flying start by accidentally setting off the fire alarm.
The staff at Waterstones retaliated by denying that there was a toilet in the building. (That was where Joy and I were headed when we opened the door that triggered the alarm.)
A lady who had heard me on the radio was kind enough to come along and buy a book for her friend who is dancing with cancer.
The event was hosted by Liv from New Writing North, who is clever and accomplished and very good at running an event. (And making a member of staff take a needy author to the loo even though there isn’t, allegedly, a loo in the place.)
I talked, and read.
And Thrive had its moment of being launched into the world.
And I had my moment of letting it go into the world: letting it stop being a part of me and start being its own true self. It felt good.
(It seems to be going well, and being appreciated, which makes me very happy. Don’t forget, you can buy a signed and dedicated copy of ‘Thrive: the Bah! Guide to wellness after cancer’ from me directly: just drop me an email.)