"Ah ha!" I hear you cry. "I know what's coming, a
pretendy whinge about self promotion." And you will be shaking your head and thinking
"He loves it. Who wouldn't?"And you're mostly right.
It is about self promotion. But it's
not a whinge.Promotion terrifies me. Still. Always. But I'm getting better* at it. I'm having training and everything.
And I'm branching out a little bit. And I'm inviting other people to come play too
(more later, once I'm organised.)But mostly, and most importantly, back to the self promotion. Cos, see, I've done - and am still doing -
bookshoppy type stuff.
Borders are being really very nice to me and letting me wander about thrusting copies of me book into unwilling hands, plus putting me on the 3 for 2 piles. Oh yes - buy two proper authors, get me for free! etc etc... Only, you know, I've never approached an author who is at a signing table. Ever. It's a very British thing that - if you talk to them you have to buy the book. It's only polite. So I'm trying something new...
I'm doing a
Wetherspoons signing.
Oh yes.
A Bar.
With drinks.
And me.
With books.
Wetherspoons are even offering a
free coffee to everyone who buys a book. 9987, a coffee and a comfy chair in a pub.
What more could you want? I mean really?
Plus I have a "Lazy Sunday" coming up soon with
Sarah Shaw,
Rosalind Wyllie and
Stephen Shieber. Also with coffee, in the Starbucks at Team Valley on the last Sunday of March. It'll be worth it, Starbucks do nice cake...
And finally, for those of you, like
DJ, with nothing better to do try clicking
here and scrolling down ever so slightly...
Gotta love those boys at
Byker Books, they're
proper mint. How.
*Have not recently danced/fallen over in public. But continue to accidentally say "chuffed to bits" when asked my opinion. On anything...
