Sorry to have been off the radar for a while. The combination of a writing deadline, lots of book events in the UK and Europe – and the twentieth anniversary of the Baileys Women’s Prize for Fiction – meant that my desk became a distant memory. It’s the modern day curse of all writers, the fact that you find yourself spending more time talking about writing than you do actually, er, writing . . .
After a wonderful weekend at the Lavenham Literary Festival, the next week or so brings a few more diary dates – tomorrow, at the Sussex Folklore Centre at the University of Chichester, I’ll be talking myths, miracles and superstitions Sussex style; I’ll be heading up to Glasgow and Aberdeen, for Scottish Book Week, then shooting back home again for a pre performance chat about The Mousetrap at Chichester Festival Theatreon Wednesday 25th November. After that, another deep breath and the last few events in December for The Taxidermist’s Daughter, before I batten down the hatches (appropriate as Hurricane Kate blows in!) and get writing again.