Friday Night

Monday 28th September 2009

What do you expect when you go to the pub on a Friday night - to have a drink? To chat to old friends? To listen to the session? I did all that. What I didn't expect to happen was to be accosted by people telling me they'd read my novel, 'The China Bird' and two people paying me for copies in advance and asking me to leave them behind the bar. How wonderful is that, and slightly weird because the strange thing is It doesn't really feel like me that wrote it anymore. It is a bit like having a grown child who has gone out into the world to make their own way