Sunday, May 02, 2010

Ooh, ooh, ooh, I forgot to tell you…

…that I am appearing in the Derbyshire Literary Festival. I shall be speaking at Clay Cross library on June 8th at 7.30 p.m. so if you live within spitting distance, why don’t you come along and say hello? I would love to meet you, and you might be interested in my talk – Let your life feed your fiction.

Yes, yes, I daresay I should be hyping it up rather more than that, and encouraging you to travel from WHEREVER you live, to come along, but I am constantly trying to rein in my expectations, and on this occasion I managed it.

(Isn’t the internet brilliant? I am sitting in bed writing this, and I forgot what my talk was called and I didn’t want to get out of bed to go to the bathroom where I know I left the brochure, so I looked up the festival brochure on the net. Magic.)


Sue Hepworth said...

My brother - who doesn't like to comment on my blog - emailed to say he had just read the above post and he said "I often use the expression "within spitting distance" but I sometimes wonder if it's a typical Willis [our family], or simply northern expression. Do you know anyone else who uses it?" Over to you dear readers who WILL comment on my blog.

Jean said...

certainly a northern expression, always used by my Dad to represent 'when we would be there' , when on a walk................I used to want to have a go and spit , as the distance always seemed for too long for that expression!