Oooh - lookee here. I'd begun to think my forthcoming appearance at Collectormania was a figment of my feverish imagination ...
But no. It must be true. I'm going to be there. It says so here ...
In fact it seems like I'm popping up all over the place online because bookings are now open for the Festival of Writing taking place in York next April.
You have no idea how much trouble I had finding a decent photo of myself that wouldn't have people running for cover.
The important thing is (of course it's all that matters and no one but me gives a damn about how I look in the pic) the Festival looks amazing and worth the entry fee for the one-to-one pitches to agents alone. Except there's a great deal more on offer than that.
What's not to love? (Apart from the pic of me, but we won't go there, oh no we won't.)
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I think I remember when that picture was taken, in a certain bookshop..?
You're going from strength to strength, since you've done all that stripe-earning!
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