A new interview with me has just been added to Outsideleft. Many thanks to Paul Lamont for giving me the opportunity to appear on Outsideleft and for asking me these thought-provoking questions. It’s a great example of how markets bring…
Don’t miss this opportunity to get a free copy of The White Crucifixion, a fictionalised account of the roller-coaster life in terrible times of one of the most enigmatic artists of the twentieth century.
Since moving to Malmesbury I have suffered from market withdrawal syndrome. For about five years I ran a bookstall every Saturday on Portobello Market and I really enjoyed meeting readers and authors, the fresh air and being away from the computer. Find out how Christmas Markets came to the rescue.
Fifty years after asking for a dog as my birthday present, and getting a book about dogs instead of an actual dog, I’ve just together with my brother acquired a beautiful Labrador puppy. His name is Harry and he was born on 25 April 2017. His coat is officially black but has a beautiful dark-brown hue over it.
Before I founded Holland Park Press, I didn’t read many short stories. Occasionally, I read and enjoyed one in a magazine, but short story collections just didn’t feature on my reading list. I’m afraid this isn’t so uncommon. Yet something happened…
So 2015 didn’t really wind down gently, but ended in a flurry of
activities. Just imagine, having to get a print run sorted between
Christmas and the New Year. So, I actually looked forward to the
relative serenity of early January when there’s finally time to get some
essential paperwork sorted. However that’s not how it turned out to be.
I know many of you had a stormy and somewhat soggy New Year and this publisher was no exception. I nearly did a Mary Poppins when trying to build my stall on Portobello market on the first Saturday of 2014. However I succeeded to hang on to the stall, my wellies kept out the water from the mini floods in the gutter and books flew into the hands of satisfied customers. The lengths a publisher goes through to sell books but it was more than worth it.
I’ve always been a ‘nose in a book’ girl. I don’t know what started it, but it may well be that from quite early on I preferred words over pictures.
As with so many readaholic children my parents’ book buying speed
couldn’t keep up with my reading habits, so they enrolled me into a
For years Portobello Market was just my local market, providing a treasure trove of presents, and I always enjoyed its vibrant atmosphere.
Then one day I decided to found a publishing company (this is another story, I will blog about it at some point), and the market took on a new meaning. I figured it would provide me with a shop front, if only once a week. Well, on Saturday’s the market really comes into its own.
JUST PUBLISHED & REVIEW COPIES ARE AVAILABLE
Wickedly funny poems about troubles and strife in Europe throughout the ages