Beatrice Colin's Blog - Posts Tagged "festival"
Listening to the sound of trains
This is my first attempt at a blog - It's a beautifully sunny day in Glasgow and the sky is blue above the train tracks outside my window. Tomorrow I head north to the Dundee Literary Festival http://www.literarydundee.co.uk/festi... where I'm reading. It's a lunchtime slot and if you buy a ticket to see me you automatically receive a sandwich and a mug of tea. I'm trying not to feel slightly upstaged by the photograph of the sandwich in the programme - it's about four times the size of my photograph. I'm having dinner with a few authors the night before. I don't know who yet but it could be Adam Mars-Jones and Gerald Scarfe.
The catalogue copy for my next book, The Songwriter came yesterday - it's coming out in March 2010 - all very exciting. The cover should arrive any day now and the text is about to be sent to the copy editor for a final going over. The children's book that Sara Pinto and I wrote together, My Invisible Sister, is penned to come out in May 2010, so it should be a busy year. More soon.
The catalogue copy for my next book, The Songwriter came yesterday - it's coming out in March 2010 - all very exciting. The cover should arrive any day now and the text is about to be sent to the copy editor for a final going over. The children's book that Sara Pinto and I wrote together, My Invisible Sister, is penned to come out in May 2010, so it should be a busy year. More soon.
Edinburgh
Well I finally ticked it off my list of things I've always wanted to do - I read at the Edinburgh Book Festival. As I sat in a tent on Charlotte Square with fellow writer Anthony Quinn and an attentive audience, even though the rumble of buses and sirens of ambulances threatened to drown us out, I felt very lucky indeed.
Writing is such a strange occupation: days spent plugged into the computer with almost no communication with anyone and then sporadic reading and signing where you have to be witty and erudite. But I loved it - I loved reading a passage, answering questions, signing books, meeting a girl who I was at school with who'd brought her book group, the whole thing. Next up is the Milngavie Book Festival where I'm reading with Janet Paisley who wrote White Rose Rebel
Anyway, I came down to earth again a few days later and am about to write an author's note for The Songwriter. And then what? I start research for the next book. Maybe a little shopping first. . .
Writing is such a strange occupation: days spent plugged into the computer with almost no communication with anyone and then sporadic reading and signing where you have to be witty and erudite. But I loved it - I loved reading a passage, answering questions, signing books, meeting a girl who I was at school with who'd brought her book group, the whole thing. Next up is the Milngavie Book Festival where I'm reading with Janet Paisley who wrote White Rose Rebel
Anyway, I came down to earth again a few days later and am about to write an author's note for The Songwriter. And then what? I start research for the next book. Maybe a little shopping first. . .
