This isn't so much a blog entry, but more an update of info...
Just wanted to let everyone know I've had to change the date of the Lancaster King Street Waterstones book signing.
It will now go ahead on Saturday 27th August, from 11am onwards instead.
Apologies but needs must.
Still hope to see you there.
Suzie x
Friday, 22 July 2011
Monday, 18 July 2011
In the City...
And not just one city, but four to be precise...
The beginning of the week took me down to London. Yes, little old me headed down to the big smoke on a fact finding mission; or more to the point, to meet up with the fabulous Susie Tullett (same name purely coincidental) of Susie Tullett PR. Not that it was a formal business meeting I have to say, but more a chat over a coffee in the heart of London's theatre land, affording me the opportunity to pick the brains of a rather good public relations expert. Not that I needed to pull out my scalpal and expose anyone's grey matter in the end either, which was just a good job considering some customers were still enjoying their lunch. Oh no, thankfully Susie showed herself to be incredibly helpful on all things marketing et al, without my even having to ask.
Then came the trips to Lancaster and Preston - hosts to my nearest Waterstones booksellers. And with policies of supporting their local authors, staff at both branches weren't just more than happy to ensure Going Underground had a place on their shelves, both were keen to organise book signing events as well. Of course, as a debut novelist these are things of which I have absolutely no experience. But fear not, I've since done my research and it seems an element of coercion is the key to success. And as a result, on the days in question I won't just be armed with a few extra biros should my pen run out of ink, (thanks to the advice of a fellow author - yes, Margaret, you know who you are!) I plan to have a mountain of chocolate in the offering as back up.
So should you wish to come along and satisfy a sweet tooth or two, I'll be at Waterstones, King Street, Lancaster on the 30th July, from 11am onwards. Then at Waterstones, Preston on the 6th August, at 11 am too.
And finally, with regards to the past seven days or so, I may not have landed in Lille, France quite in person, but it seems Going Underground most certainly has. And thanks to Yann Viseur and members of Splinters, my book is presently taking pride of place on Yann's fantastic blog... Oh yes, it seems the fruit of my literary labour is currently nestling comfortably between Paul Weller and Booker T Jones... And quite frankly, I can't think of a more satisfying position...
http://musiccornershop.blogspot.com/
The beginning of the week took me down to London. Yes, little old me headed down to the big smoke on a fact finding mission; or more to the point, to meet up with the fabulous Susie Tullett (same name purely coincidental) of Susie Tullett PR. Not that it was a formal business meeting I have to say, but more a chat over a coffee in the heart of London's theatre land, affording me the opportunity to pick the brains of a rather good public relations expert. Not that I needed to pull out my scalpal and expose anyone's grey matter in the end either, which was just a good job considering some customers were still enjoying their lunch. Oh no, thankfully Susie showed herself to be incredibly helpful on all things marketing et al, without my even having to ask.
Then came the trips to Lancaster and Preston - hosts to my nearest Waterstones booksellers. And with policies of supporting their local authors, staff at both branches weren't just more than happy to ensure Going Underground had a place on their shelves, both were keen to organise book signing events as well. Of course, as a debut novelist these are things of which I have absolutely no experience. But fear not, I've since done my research and it seems an element of coercion is the key to success. And as a result, on the days in question I won't just be armed with a few extra biros should my pen run out of ink, (thanks to the advice of a fellow author - yes, Margaret, you know who you are!) I plan to have a mountain of chocolate in the offering as back up.
So should you wish to come along and satisfy a sweet tooth or two, I'll be at Waterstones, King Street, Lancaster on the 30th July, from 11am onwards. Then at Waterstones, Preston on the 6th August, at 11 am too.
And finally, with regards to the past seven days or so, I may not have landed in Lille, France quite in person, but it seems Going Underground most certainly has. And thanks to Yann Viseur and members of Splinters, my book is presently taking pride of place on Yann's fantastic blog... Oh yes, it seems the fruit of my literary labour is currently nestling comfortably between Paul Weller and Booker T Jones... And quite frankly, I can't think of a more satisfying position...
http://musiccornershop.blogspot.com/
Sunday, 10 July 2011
Now I know what Dorothy felt like...
What can I do at home, that I can't do in a tent...?
That's what I asked myself when the subject of a couple of weeks camping came up.
So off to the camping shop both my other half and myself went, hell bent on picking up everything a pair of happy campers could possibly need for our great outdoor adventure. And armed with a dongle for my laptop, in addition to all the other 'must have' essentials, off we subsequently went - pitching ourselves in the middle of a field, where we were to enjoy the peace and quiet, the view and the glorious weather...
Or should I say that was the plan before the weather turned.
Oh yes, one minute we were enjoying nature at what felt like its absolute, very best; in the next, however, we were chasing the tent porch across the greenery, as it blew off into the distance. Not that we really needed a porch anyway, I told myself, but even once we were ensconced safely under canvass, it wasn't as if things got any better from there.
Oh no, thanks to the force ten gales blowing around us, that's when the tent really did feel like it was going to lift us straight up off the ground. And suddenly finding myself at one with Dorothy from the Wizzard of Oz, I was convinced we were going to be carried off into some far off land never to be seen again...
Still, if that were to happen (and despite the fading winds I'm still not satisfied it won't), I do have the legacy of my book for everyone to remember me by. Which is why I'd like to thank everyone for their support now, whilst I still can - after all, dongles might not pick up a signal in a place as far away as Oz...
That's what I asked myself when the subject of a couple of weeks camping came up.
So off to the camping shop both my other half and myself went, hell bent on picking up everything a pair of happy campers could possibly need for our great outdoor adventure. And armed with a dongle for my laptop, in addition to all the other 'must have' essentials, off we subsequently went - pitching ourselves in the middle of a field, where we were to enjoy the peace and quiet, the view and the glorious weather...
Or should I say that was the plan before the weather turned.
Oh yes, one minute we were enjoying nature at what felt like its absolute, very best; in the next, however, we were chasing the tent porch across the greenery, as it blew off into the distance. Not that we really needed a porch anyway, I told myself, but even once we were ensconced safely under canvass, it wasn't as if things got any better from there.
Oh no, thanks to the force ten gales blowing around us, that's when the tent really did feel like it was going to lift us straight up off the ground. And suddenly finding myself at one with Dorothy from the Wizzard of Oz, I was convinced we were going to be carried off into some far off land never to be seen again...
Still, if that were to happen (and despite the fading winds I'm still not satisfied it won't), I do have the legacy of my book for everyone to remember me by. Which is why I'd like to thank everyone for their support now, whilst I still can - after all, dongles might not pick up a signal in a place as far away as Oz...
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