Spent so long working on it on Saturday night that Sunday morning I ended up in casualty for 5 hours having an ECG for chest pains, blood tests (not easy as my veins are invisible blue threads) x-rays, the lot... eventually discharged myself once I realised it was nothing more life-threatening than stress-related illness caused by overwork.
Two hours later I was setting up my stand at the bookfair with my poor husband in tow worrying that I might not actually survive the 3 days without being carted off in an ambulance again.
the lucky breaks -we did manage to have an article in Publishing News on the first day of the fair, which was pretty good timing - thanks PN
- our stand was right opposite Bloomsbury's stand with a huge Harry Potter poster. My husband suggested we stand in the aisle with a sandwich board saying:
MORE BOOKS FOR YOUNG PEOPLE OVER HERE!
So there was a lot of passing trade or footfall as people refer to the hordes of people tramping the aisles of Earl's Court.
At least we could follow the lay-out. Last year at Edexel people died trying to find their way to the toilets.
Anyway, the playtext is finally at the printers - but nobody's happy, not the author, not her agent and my family are all complaining that I'm never home these days... even my dog's sick...
seriously...
So do come and see it next week or when it's on tour - you won't be able to buy it in the shops for a while though, because of the time it takes for information to be added to book databases.
What's it about?
Gandhi, Krishnamurti and Annie Besant, an early feminist who promoted the use of contraception and lost custody of her children as a result... facinating stuff... and it's been commissioned to celebrate 60 years of Indian independence.
