I’m going to be at Grangemouth Library next Friday as part of Book Week Scotland. It’s a school visit, essentially, but it’s free so the teens can get there for free. If you’re around, pop by and watch my iconic one-man show. Last time I was in Falkirk, it went terribly wrong. Apart from the fact I wore a fur coat in a venue with rather large windows and a very bright sun: What started as a fun quip – “How can I be hot when I look so cool?” – ended up becoming a chant, mantra, prayer in the sweltering heat. Thank GOD for Lynx deodorant.
On Saturday I’m going to be at The Royal Theatre to do a talk with some Gaelic speaking writers. Hurrah. I was asked fairly recently and thought it over before accepting. I don’t speak Gaelic (“but I can if you like”) however, I was assured that wouldn’t be necessary.
I love Book Week Scotland. It’s one of the few times of the year when I might see all my friends. Most authors get bookings during this time of year, which means you never know who you’ll see in passing; Linda Strachan rushing towards the Mitchell Library, Metaphrog leaving the car park, Martin Stewart giving a talk upstairs, or Cathy McPhail deciding to hitch a taxi because we both can’t be bothered walking down the street…
My own horizons and opportunities for Book Week Scotland are about to expand. I’ve just finished my first book for adults, which means I can go out again to other venues the way I used to before I published books for teens. But that can wait until another time.