I've been asked to step in for Laura Ruby who couldn't make it to the Edinburgh International Book Festival this year. It's nice of them to ask me because a) North of Porter was released in late 2015 so I wasn't eligible to appear this year and b) they could have asked anyone but they… Continue reading Edinburgh International Kirkland
A few months ago I was contacted by the nice people from the Edinburgh International Book Festival. They asked if I'd like to appear at a festival they had planned, an outreach programme called ReimagiNation. It would be about new towns and my name popped up. This is how the phone call went: EIBF: "Kirkland,… Continue reading ReimagiNation
The nice people behind the Edinburgh Book Festival have put together a mini book festival. And the subject? New Towns around Scotland. They've created events around stories and the telling of stories. How exciting! And of course they asked me to participate in some events, which is fabulous because everyone knows I'm Cumbernauld's most famous… Continue reading ReimagiNation
I was ready, my fabulous faux fur packed in my Louis Vuitton bag, snugly folded beside the legendary Kurt Cobain lunchbox...and it was off down to Newcastle with gal pal (and fellow author that isn't an actual fellow) ALEX NYE. I met Alex on the train to Edinburgh, where we had a good chat about… Continue reading Kirky’s Holiday In Newcastle…
I'll be attending this year's UKYACX which takes place in Newcastle Library on the 17th September. It'll have a lot of special guests and a very large pot for tea, which is basically the reason I'm going down to England. I'm a tea tart. It's the start of many trips down to England, because they… Continue reading UKYACX 2016!
I'm so sorry that I haven't been blogging as much recently, but it isn't my fault! Put the blame on my hectic life. That's a good excuse isn't it? And it's YOURS for free. If you're late for an appointment then you utter the words, "Put the blame on my hectic life." If you're too… Continue reading Yay YA+ 2016
I hopped into the Cicconemobile (AKA the train) and made my way to Edinburgh for the Book Festival yesterday morning. The weather was beyond foul and my lovely salmon coloured tweed jacket shrank in the rain. Then, to make matters worse, a gang of football hooligans were causing chaos at Waverley. Hmph. I floated past… Continue reading An Edinburgh Book Festival Cameo