Lucky and privileged I am, enough to snag an invite to the Fremantle Press Great Big Book Club High Tea. I was a late starter and found myself on a waiting list, I was a bit slow due to my head being stuck in books (not the fun kind), I was ignoring everyone for three months.
When I found out the goings on and there were/are many for the Fremantle Press 40 year celebrations, I frantically click clacked my fingers over the keyboard and placed my order for a ticket, PING went my computer, thank you for your order you will be placed on a waiting list (Piffle). Kicking myself in the butt and feeling disappointed but wishing others good luck, cause I’m just that sort of person, I stored the information in the very back of the brain that gathers dust. Well blow me down in a windy storm I received an invite, nearly goose bumping joy. I stopped short in my tracks as I had one ticket, shite I thought, I hope I see someone I know, or it’ll be no friend Rae, again. I am the most organised person I know and am usually very good at thinking about the consequence of my actions (don’t believe me), major fail.
I will confess I did it again
I will confess though as I had such a busy weekend that I went to the High Tea on the Saturday when in fact it was on the Sunday. A repeat performance on the Sunday (ground hog day), leaving home early to get parking, as Fremantle is always packed on Sunday’s. I arrived half an hour early, and headed straight for the bar. Sitting at a bar table as you do, alone, in the Ridges Hotel Fremantle with a glass of fresh dry fruity New Zealand wine, positioned so I could see the goings on and if there was anyone I recognised.
I spotted the beautiful author Deb Fitzpatrick and an editor I had met the week before, who wouldn’t know me from a bar of soap. I did then, spot a wife of a friend of Michaels from work named Emma, she was with a crowd. In fact most people were, except for no friends Rae. You’ll never believe I ended up at their table.
I reluctantly slid of the bar stool with ten minutes to spare and made my way head bowed to the event, I think I’m one of those people that go to the opening of an envelope, seriously I bet I have made a name for myself. I won’t let an opportunity pass me by, which is what I preach to my students so if it’s good enough for them, then so it must be for me. I raced into the function room, squeezing through those milling outside, wondering why are they here instead of in there? Entering, I see before me a sea of tables, beautiful tables set for ten. I froze, looking left and right, now what. Thinking there must be a board with names on it and that will tell me where my seat is. I asked an unsuspecting young girl who was perfectly nestled in her seat and she guided me gently outside to where the clever Fremantle Press people were with clipboards full of names.
Ah-ha! she declared this lovely woman, as she took my name she looked up at me and said, ‘Oh hello you are our twitter lady’, see I told you I had made a name for myself.
Now that you have stopped laughing she means that I tweet at events, like my life depends on it, I might add.
To cut a long story short, this event was spectacular; our guest speakers who introduced authors, one being William Yeoman and the other to my surprise is the delightful Cheryl Akle from Better Reading. They introduced authors who read from their novels, Deb Fitzpatrick, Madeliane Dickie, Ron Elliott to name a few. I was wrapped up like a special book listening, trying to remove the distractions from around me, focused, so much so that I didn’t get to write down all the guests and I’ve lost my brochures.
Cheryl said the nicest thing about our writing community
Cheryl had arrived in WA to interview 12 West Australian authors and that every author told her that she really needed to interview this one and that one. Cheryl ended up interviewing 25 authors over a couple of days. She is gobsmacked at our generous writing community, I like to think it is the same Australia wide.
I shan’t sign off till I’ve mentioned the high tea, delicious and plentiful, placed in front of us on three tiered stands, mini scones, mini savouries, perfect triangle sandwiches and an assortment of cakes. Of course you can’t have a high tea without champagne can you, was delicious.
A heart felt thanks to Fremantle Press and your team for organising and inviting us to celebrate with you. I came away enriched as I got to chat to some of my favourite people (Melinda Tognini) and poorer as I bought three books that day.