|Nice, isn't it?|
My first novel, Infinite Sky, is set in this magnificent ramshackle place. In the book it's called Silverweed Farm. To give you an idea of how cold this beloved house is in the winter, here's a photo of my bedroom window a few mornings ago. The ice is on the inside. That's right: where I am.
|Leggings + pyjama bottoms + two jumpers + a hoody = still really f***ing cold actually|
And talking of the book, I have my first author event coming up. It's at the 2012 Derbyshire Literature Festival. I will take part in a Q and A session with fellow YA author and Lucky 13, Emma Pass, whose debut novel ACID is out in early 2013 from Random House Children's Books, and poet Helen Mort, whose debut poetry collection Division Street is being published by Chatto and Windus, also in 2013. Recent Derbyshire Poet Laureate River Wolton will chair the event, so come and see us! Hear what we have to say...
And to continue the grand tradition, here too are some of my fairly inane Paris diaries. With pictures.
J'aime ca ici! Is that how you say I love it here? I love it here! Eating carrot salad and taboulah in the park overlooking Notre Dame and having thoughts. I saw a scabby pigeon and my heart bled and I saw an even scabbier man and my heart bled even more. He shuffled head down, clasping a baguette like a microphone that he dribbled down. I can laugh about it now, but at the time it was terrible.
I've been writing in the library at Shakespeare and Co. It's the perfect place to work (I also sometimes sleep in here). There was no need for all that traipsing yesterday. My shift in the shop was great: the books, the smell, the people that come in to look at the books and smell the smell. I love all of it!
|Shakespeare and Company's sexy library|