Current work: Medical
Listening to: Jessie J (courtesy of daughter)
Reading: Jojo Moyes, The Last Letter from Your Lover
It’s been quite a week, and yesterday was a definite red letter day. Firstly there was the delivery of some foreign editions, including a Dutch three-in-one in which ALL the books are mine (making it one of those ‘by request’ reprints), so I was quite chuffed. It was also royalty day (well, to my agent – I’ll get them next week). And then, best of all, an email from my ed saying she loved the revisions – so I’ve just sold my 48th M&B. Title and release date tbc, but I am SO pleased (and relieved, and delighted; the waiting doesn't get any better, however many books you've sold or awards you've been shortlisted for, and I think you always worry about whether you're still good enough. Which is a good thing as it means you try your best for your readers rather than take them for granted).
Sale of book = a new Pandora bead for my bracelet. It’s one I saw in Rome and thought would be perfect, but I didn’t dare tempt fate and buy it at the time (did that with the Venice book and came a huge cropper). Anyway. Am now the possessor of a very pretty enamel and silver bead.
We had steak and Chablis last night to celebrate, and tonight we’re out to dinner – though that’s to celebrate DH’s birthday. (Happy birthday, honey, if you’re reading this.) More celebrations due over the weekend; Chlo and I are making a birthday cake and strawberry tiramisu on Sunday morning.
And I’m late posting today because I’m taking a break from doing the thing I’ve put off for months and months and months – tidying the bearpit. I’ve done the floor (I did say it was bad) and half my desk; other half of desk and the pile on my reading chair to go. And then definitely time to flop in the garden with a book and a cold drink.