In my endeavours to reinvent myself, if you remember my children abandoned me to create lives of their own (don’t know how you could possibly forget since I remind every man and his dog every other day).
I have been immersing myself into learning the art of writing, listening to writers chats, gulping in their processes of how, when, who and why they write, where their ideas hail from, always leaving me inspired and a thirst for more.
I have attended a few book launches either with a friend or all by myself
Beats sitting around home of an evening watching the world pass me by, Michael in his chair immersed in the paper, me knitting catching up on Foxtel. I’m getting too set in my ways and we will have none of that, making me old before my time.
Especially as there is so much to do out side of these walls
A biggie for me to go out in the dark at night, generally meandering the streets as I always get lost. As book launches go they are usually at night and I can’t drive in the dark (scaredy pants).
I know that’s what lights are for but it doesn’t always work for me
I left home very early so I could arrive while it was still light, had some squid and a glass of red and watched the goings on, the preparation for the launch as I had a birds eye view. Not to mention watching a beautiful sunset.
Guess I should also mention that I hit a roundabout on the way home and now the steering is a bit dicky but if you don’t tell Michael neither will I, all of your secrets are of course safe with me x
The book launch of ‘A Single Stone’ written by the very friendly Megan McKinley (who recognised my profile) authors are so friendly and giving of their time, Megan doesn’t know me but took the time out to come and say hello, Megan incidentally is not a fan of social media, I don’t know why, maybe she likes her privacy, she is a beautiful speaker, the launch was in Fremantle at Bathers Beach Kidogo Art House, the acronym for the book turns out to be ASS, that I didn’t see till they addressed this in the speeches, we laughed you don’t generally think of these things till it’s too late, very fitting though.
A very very fine speech it was
The audience had a fair few of the usual suspects, the divine Amanda Curtin, Brooke Davis, James Foley and many more.
I met two fabulous woman who took me under their wing, one who travels the world and takes photography which is then on sold to travel publishers, was her 50th birthday last year, and guess what she asked for and received.
To live a year in France, now why didn’t I think of that!
The other fabulous woman is a children’s illustrator who has published work.
What a pleasure to be immersed amongst these creative people.
They asked what I did, a trainer and assessor I say, I could see them trying to make some sort of connection, well I blog too, ahhh, bit of head nodding.
Now back to this fabulous book that I bought for my niece, but now I see I will be buying myself a copy to as the words, oh the words, are exquisite, couldn’t resist, two days after the launch I now have an electronic copy all for me, me, me. I think not an easy read for my niece, she may be too young, not a problem as that means I can trawl through a favourite book shop in Fremantle called New Edition Bookshop, I will need space and time to sink myself into this one with no interruptions.
I keep opening it up and read snippets at a time
It was men who dug into the mountain angering the earth
Breath caught in throats
Stone etched itself into flesh
In the presentation her friend read pieces of Megan’s emails to her, about her journey in writing the book dated from 2013.
They had words scattered through-ought in the emails, like,
- Don’t know what I’m doing
- It’s not working
- Am re writing
etc etc, these words were posted on a poster, we laughed and could feel her pain, she is a good sport.
I could hear a roar in the background through-out the speeches, thinking it must be raining that can’t possibly be.
Then it dawned on me it was the ocean waves hitting the shore, as we were so close in the most perfect setting by the beach, very fitting indeed.
The next word on another poster presented was from her publisher, when she had received the draft for ‘A Single Stone’, and only one word was needed and that was.
Surrounded by family, friends, industry and admirers, Meagan is one special lady.
Enjoy her book it is a work of art.