It's a hard life

8 March 2013

 It’s been a busy few weeks, what with the day job becoming increasingly busy and with the publication of Chilled to the Bone approaching. On that score, it’s pleasing to hear that my Dutch publisher, Karakter, will also be publishing C2tB, although I don’t yet know when or what the Dutch title will be.

Last week saw one of those events that people think authors spend their entire time going to; a smart party in London. In fact, these things turn up roughly once a decade, at least for those of us who live outside the M25.

My British publisher, Constable & Robinson, has revamped its crime list into a new imprint, C&R Crime, and authors, publishers, agents, bloggers and C&R’s glamorous staff were all there for wine and canapés in the Cyrpt of St Martin-in-the-Fields. It’s an atmospheric sort of place, just right for a bunch of crime writers. There were a few famous faces there, a few old friends and a few old friends who were also new faces – people I’ve got to know remotely through Twitter, Facebook, etc, but never met face-to-face.

From the glittering canapés, the day job took over, with a rattling train to Luton and a flight to Ireland the following morning. The cheapo hotel’s blurb was true enough; it is  only a two hundred metres from the airport. That’s as the crow flies, not as the pedestrian walks. That’s a whole lot more than two hundred metres.

Luton to Knock, Knock to Galway, and the joys of the Skipper Expo, the highlight of which was hake & chips at McDonaghs, and a full-bodied and fragrant Galway Hooker or two afterwards.

Let’s skate over the work stuff… Galway to Knock, Knock to Luton, and the long drive home, a journey delightfully broken on the way with the long-overdue visit to long-lost cousins, but that’s another story.

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