The last few weeks have been a bit crazy, what with The Rising being published and all, so I’ve been (hopefully forgivably) a bit lax in updating this blog. But since everything is starting to calm down (at least a bit!) now, so I thought I’d give a quick update of what’s been going on.
The week The Rising came out (beginning the 25th of March) had long been set aside for getting away from my desk and (shock! horror!) out of London to do some events in the north west. So on the the Sunday, I met my lovely publicist Rosi (this is her on Twitter) at Euston station and we caught a train for Preston, ready for two days of school visits.
Now – it should be said that I have (or at least, have had) a bit of a love-hate relationship with events. I always enjoy them once we get out and get on with them, but for days, sometimes weeks, before, they cause me a huge amount of panicky dread. I’m definitely not a natural public speaker (although I’ve worked very hard to try and get better and to make sure I’m always well prepared) and the thought of a sea of blank faces and staring eyes haunts my nightmares whenever a new tour starts to grow near. It’s part of the job of being an author in the modern world, and a crucial one for a children’s author, and I’ve never turned down an invitation from anybody who has been kind enough to want me to visit them. But I’d rather be hidden away in the British Library writing the books, if I’m absolutely honest, and I think the number of authors for whom that isn’t the case is probably pretty small.
So – there are two ways that tours get planned. Sometimes the publisher gathers the invitations that have come in for that author, pins down some dates, then approaches other schools or libraries or bookshops in the same area to fill in the gaps, so you end up with a tight schedule that maximises everyone’s time. Alternatively, a bookshop may ask for a period of an author’s schedule, and will fill it themselves. This is more common with independent bookshops who have built good relationships in their area, and this was the case last month – lovely Elaine from SilverDell Books in Kirkham asked if we would go and spend two days with her, visiting nearby schools. So off we went.

We caught a taxi from the station to the Marriott Preston, got some sleep, had breakfast and then Elaine and Sue from the bookshop picked us up, and off we went. We chatted happily about books and other authors they’d had to visit, several of which I knew, and before I knew it we were arriving at the first school – St Augustines RC High School in Billington. We’d been talking so much that I hadn’t really thought much about the impending event, which was both good and bad. Good, because I’d been distracted and hadn’t worried. Bad, because it was suddenly time and I was a little bit terrified :) We waited in the Library while the kids filed into the hall, and then I went on. And it was… fine.
The first event of a tour is always the hardest – you’re out of practice, you’re nervous, and your throat is always suddenly bone-dry. And this was no exception – I should have accepted the offer of a microphone, but I didn’t, and I was obviously, palpably nervous. But the kids were lovely – polite, interested, and my confidence began to grow after a shaky start (possibly from the moment I mentioned being a Liverpool fan, which instantly created a noisy division amongst the kids!) and I began to enjoy it. I talked about where the idea for Department 19 came from, about Dracula and Frankenstein and modern horror. I talked about writing, and reading, and how long it takes to write the books. And I did the exercise I normally do at the end, where everyone has to stand up and help me tell a little horror story, voting on a series of possible options to try and keep the main character alive. I took questions, and afterwards I signed books and chatted and answered more questions, and had the always flattering experience of talking to some my target audience who had read D19, and were (very!) happy to tell me what they thought of it. Everyone seemed pleased, and I was delighted to have got the first event of the tour out of the way. So we piled back into the car, and headed for the second event of the day, at Clitheroe Royal Grammar School…

Which was lots of fun. The kids were just as polite and enthusiastic, it was a smaller group in the very well-stocked school library, and I was (much!) less nervous. I signed more books, and chatted until they threw me out because it was the end of the day and everyone had to go home. Whereas we headed into Clitheroe, to wait for an evening event at the Library. Elaine and Sue dropped us off, as Elaine had to get to a council meeting (she’s a local councillor, on top of running a bookshop that also sells award-winning ice cream, which she makes herself!), so Rosi and I repaired to a pub, in true publishing style. It was boiling hot that afternoon, so we enjoyed a couple of hours in a beer garden, drinking cider and doing battle with wasps, until it was time. We met the lovely librarian, and the little group who had come to talk to me about writing and the D19 series. It was a small turnout – the lovely weather had, I suspect, persuaded a few of the people who’d bought tickets against spending their evening indoors, but those who did come were very nice, and the Library laid on pizza and drinks, so a good time was had by all. We got a tour of the Library’s dungeons (!) where prisoners were kept in the days that it was a civic building, and saw their lovely installation of origami birds.

Then we had a long, informal chat about writing, reading, and being an author. Tired but happy, we said goodbye to everyone, and piled back into the car to be taken back to the hotel.
On the way back, in that endlessly weird small-world way of things, I discovered that Suze, who was along with her late husband was former RAF, had, shall we say, a somewhat intimate knowledge of the US Air Force base known as Area 51, which plays a part in The Rising, and a much bigger part in D19 book three. I can’t tell you any of what she told me, as I promised secrecy, but it was a very, very enlightening discussion :) And before I knew it, we were back at the Marriott, ready to grab some sleep and do it all over again the next day…
NEXT: More schools, libraries, and a truly remarkable dessert…