Authors are often solitary creatures, introverted. Much of our days spent alone with only a laptop (and in my case a cat) for company.
Every so often there’s a chance to get out, a literary festival, a bookish event, a party. Today, was my publisher’s author Christmas bash and it felt odd to be discarding my pyjamas in favour of real, actual, normal clothes (if you can call tinsel, Rudolph earrings and a present fascinator normal clothes.)
An author party isn’t just an excuse for drinking (okay it is a bit). It’s a chance to catch up with old friends and make some new. To connect. To realise that however alone we can sometimes feel, we all have the same fears, not matter what stage of writing we are at; that we’ll run out of ideas; that our current book won’t be as well received as out last. We all have the same love/hate relationship with our current WIP.
After a civilised start to the evening, with a gorgeous meal in the London Bridge Hotel, we headed over to the News Building, which houses Harper Collins. On the 17th floor we were met by caterers with glasses of prosecco and canapés and gazing out across the stunning river views I felt a million miles from home.
The writing community is super supportive and one I’m very grateful to be part of. Tomorrow even though I’ll be back in my editing cave, back in my pyjamas, I’ll know I’m not alone.
Glad you had fun. Looked sparkly and sparky. Happy pre-Christmas. xx
Happy Christmas to you too Angela!
Love this … and so happy for you! Have a fabulous Christmas 🎄
It’s called ‘Letting Your Hair Down’, Louise! [Gosh, that could be the title for a novel]
A very happy Christmas to you and yours!