Pies and Poetry - at the Civic

Are you doing anything on Wednesday 16th December? Well if you aren't - come and join us for an evening of Literary Fun!

As a celebration of our latest exhibition, Reading by Light, we have invited Barnsley’s finest (their words not mine!), Milly Johnson, author of The Yorkshire Pudding Club, The Birds and the Bees and A Spring Affair along with her pal, the Poet James Nash to talk about her writing life and read extracts from her work.

Expect warmth and humour in equal measure from this amiable pair, before James reads a section of audience favourites from his latest collection. The evening concludes with poetry from a great new Barnsley writing talent, Andrew McMillan.!

The perfect pre-Christmas pick-me-up, full of seasonal cheer and sparkle, with mulled wine and mince pies.

Date: Wednesday 16th December 2009

Location: The Gallery@
The Civic
Hanson Street
Barnsley
South Yorkshire
S70 2HZ

Time: 7pm until 9pm

Adults £10.00

Concessions: £7.50

Please contact the Box Office for tickets more information on 0845 1800 363, places are limited so please book to avoid disappointment .

All Manner of Book Things

I was asked to write a letter to my 16 year old self by my publishers and I recommend you try it because it's a delightful and emotional exercise and I couldn't believe how deeply it affected me. Here's the article that resulted from it. As a result, I've bought some of the books as Christmas presents because they're a beautiful read. Comforting, funny, sad, interesting and lovely. I wish I had thought of that idea. Perfect gift for a teenager, (I wish I'd had one then) but also for anyone. So, just thought I'd share that with you. Here's the link to 'Dear Me' on Amazon - it's at a great price at the moment.

Gearing up for my 'An Audience With' show at the Civic where I'll be interviewed by my friend and wonderful poet James Nash and share the stage with Ian McMillan's poet son - Andrew. It promises to be a warm, intimate, mince-pie flavoured evening (obviously Christmas fayre will be supplied) and it's free! That's happening on Dec 16th at 7.30 - 9pm. Not sure how many tickets are left, but numbers are limited. More on that one in a bit.

And if you haven't heard this lady - you must rectify that now. She's written music for Michael Buble, Dawson's Creek and this song just sums up my third book to a tee - it's all about clutter-clearing and it brought a huge lump to my throat because it was the musical form of my book. When it's turned into a film - I want this for the theme tune. Here's Jann Arden

LOCAL HEROES

Okay I don't expect Mr Angel to turn up on the doorstep (alas) but my friend and business associate Chris Sedgewick
is looking for those local heroes in Barnsley who should be publicly recognised and haven't been. We're talking the people who aren't the usual ones who appear on television, but the guys and gals who have worked tirelessly for others and deserve a bit of an accolade. And that fame will come in the form of a photographic portrait which will be part of an exhibition of our local heroes in the gorgeous sparkling new Plaza building in the New Year - and it really is a gorgeous building. If it doesn't win awards for architecture, I'll eat a few of my hats! If you wish to nominate anyone for the honour, please will you contact Chris here.
And watch out for more here and in the local press.
And if you wish to the hero of a book, take a look here and look to the right side for the reference to Kate Long. She is raising money for charity by auctioning off the amazing chance to have a character in her new book named after the highest bidder. It's such a thrill to see your name in print - but hurry up because there is only 5 days left. And it's something I shall be doing myself with my next book - so watch this space. I'll be auctioning off the chance for you to appear as a character in book 5 to raise some money towards the Haworth Cat Rescue rehoming centre.

Oh and there's a Christmas story of mine printed in the December edition of 'Your Cat' - if anyone is interested. Plus boggingly awful picture of me that makes me think I must get a grip.

Other news - I've received the type set copy of book 4 - A Summer Fling - which is so exciting. And I'm tearing through book 5. I'm already editing the first rough draft and I'm enjoying writing it so much. I always think it shines through when an author has loved writing her book - and it's like wading through treacle reading a book that's been done out of duress. Although I think, for research purposes, I do need to go back to Venice to check out a few things. Hope the taxman can see the necessity of that.

Till next time!

Come Dine With Me

I have been bursting to say that somehow I got through all the audition phases for this fabulous programme and have just spent the past week filming it with 4 fellow diners. Alas we can't divulge details of menus or winners but just being part of the experience is a winner. Although it's mad and I doubt I've had more than 12 hours sleep since Monday. It won't be screened until next year and I may have to leave the country before then because it doesn't always give a flattering portrait. Amazing how easy it is to forget the cameras are in your face when you're scoffing which could explain why the vino slipped so easily down (whoops). But when you're at a dinner party, you're not acting and I promise you it was a real dinner party!
I'm so tired I can't begin to tell you. It was the craziest, daftest, funniest, most intense week I've ever had. I started the week as a romantic novelist and ended it like Keith Richards. One more day and I would have been throwing TVs through windows. And yes we really didn't know who was going to be at the first party or where we were going each night.
So that's this week's news. Now how the heck do I get back to normal life????

A Very Mixed Bag

Spent a lovely day in my official capacity as Haworth Cat Rescue patron being there for a photocall with Gary 'Jaw's Tiplady, who presented them with his wire sculpture of a cat - and Sherlock the tiny ginger kitten. Aw!
Work-wise, had a great day in Blackpool doing a talk about writing and meeting lots of other author friends - always a giggle - plus it's fascinating to compare notes and discover how we all work. I picked up quite a few tips from my partner in crime that day, Kate Long, who was lovely. And dragged myself out of my pit of flu to do a talk in Doncaster last night and I am SO glad I did because they were friendly and warm and I had a fab evening.
The copyedit for book 4 is taking an eternity though. That's the trouble with detailed books - they have to be right and checked and checked and at every reading I've picked up something I've missed. Would-be writers. There is no substitute for letting your manuscripts rest for a week and then picking them up to find all the inconsistencies. Even though I thought I'd spotted them all, the copyeditor spotted loads more and when I got it back, I found ones that she'd missed too. It's been a real labour of love though. Very hard work, lots of long hours have gone into this book because there are so many threads and issues that I want to do justice to.
Inbetween having a snotty nose and spotting mistakes, I'm romping ahead with book 5, which I am loving. AND I got my first British royalties this week. Book 1 has broken the barrier and so I'm rewarding myself a big treat (Windows 7 - so it's not a sexy treat really!)
Right off to get more tissues and menthol sweets and maybe just a dash of coffee in my rum... er I mean rum in my coffee.
Possibly doing a talk up in Tyneside soon. I get a heck of a lot of hits from that neck of the woods - daily, according to my stats report, so hopefully I'll get a nice turn out.

Once in a while I read a book that totally and utterly hooks me in from page one and I get that incredibly empty feeling when I've finished. Well I've just read another - Jane Elmor's 'Pictures of You'

It's one of the most beautiful, clever, emotional books I've read and was the perfect book for my holiday. Well, it would have been had I not finished it so bloody quickly.
The lives of three women interweave - a mother and a daughter - but who is the third woman and how does she fit into the story? It's one of those books that takes you on a journey and changes your conceptions and reveals its secrets so delicately and deftly I was in awe of the author's ability to do that. Elmor - I'm officially jealous.
It's a fab read and I loved it so much I'm shouting it from the rooftops!

Boats, War, Italian men in uniform... and far too many Cocktails

I have just come back from the best holiday of my life and am so fired up after relaxing on that scale (something I find very difficult to do) that I think I could write a whole book in a week.
I love P & O ships, especially the one I went on this time which is my all time favourite (The Aurora) - I just totally chill. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, it was boiling hot, the cocktails were cool, the company was fantastic - can't remember laughing that much in years - and I put twelve stone on with fillet steaks and bread and Pinotage.
And I had a huge history lesson thrown in too. Had never been to Cephalonia before and didn't know anything about the history of the island especially during the war when the Italian's occupied it and then ended up fighting the German army in defence of all the Greek people they had befriended over the 2 years they had stayed there. I might have known that had I watched Captain Corelli's Mandolin, but I stayed away from it because I'd heard it was rotten. Well, after visiting that gorgeous island with its gold-toothed goats and underground grottos and caves, I've just sat and watched CCM and sobbed like a right big girl all the way through it and loved it. Nicholas Cage, apparently, not everyone's idea of an Italian Captain, but he'd have done for me. Lovely.
Had the most expensive lunch of my life in St Marks Square in Venice (where a gin and tonic is at least 16 euros) - but you know, just for once, I thought 'sod it' and we tucked in and relaxed away from the mad heat and the crowds and sat in a restaurant which looked straight out of so many years ago. Not a good sign for the purse when the waiters are dressed in Armani suits. Then again, the whole of Venice is like a film set and looks too beautiful to be real.
But the window of high life is over for now, and I'm plunged back into a world where no one calls me 'Ma'am' or makes my bed for me and feeds me and then clears my plate away when I've finished. Or when I draw the curtains to find a sunny Adriatic port and am gently rocked to sleep in a very luxurious cradle. Back to shopping and clearing out the cat litter trays and ironing school uniforms. But I am so raring to get at my next book, I'm feeling like Red Rum at the starting line at Aintree. With one big difference. Until I get back on my diet, my bum is a lot bigger than his ever was! Sigh...