Remember
my last blog post? I know – it was back in October and now we’re well into
December. I’m afraid family commitments and the day job have kept me busy, but
now I’ve got a quiet weekend, so I can catch up on that Love Stories Awards /
RNA Winter Party blog post I’ve been wanting to write for ages.
As I’m a
country mouse living in a small market town in Shropshire, it was really
exciting to get out of my usual fleecy top and jeans combo and dress up in
something sparkly. The only downside was having to wait at the bus stop early
in the morning dressed in said sparkly gear and full make-up, praying no one
thought I was doing the walk of shame! Anyway, after most of the morning spent
on buses and trains delayed by the gales of the previous night, I finally made
it to London and walked (I seriously hate the London Underground) to Piccadilly
for the awards ceremony.
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| The New Talent Award shortlistees |
It was
wonderful meeting up with fellow Birmingham Chapter friends Bernadette O’Dwyer,
Bella Osborne and Alison May. I also enjoyed meeting my fellow nominees for the
New Talent Award and saying hi to people I’d only ‘met’ before on Facebook and
Twitter. Although I’d previously practised my Gracious Loser face in the
mirror, I didn’t need it. Not because I won, but because I was genuinely
thrilled for Bernadette, who did.
After the
ceremony we walked down an already Christmassy Piccadilly for a lovely cocktail
(virgin in my case, because the one prosecco I’d had on an empty stomach had
gone to my head big time!) at Waterstones and then on to the RNA Winter Party.
This was my first RNA party, so I was overawed by the grand surroundings of the
Royal Overseas League and trying not to get too fangirly in front of my
favourite authors. I had a great giggle
with my Birmingham friends and even plucked up the courage to introduce myself
to Nicola Caws, the M&B editor who I’ve been working with.
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| Bella Osborne, Bernadette O'Dwyer and me. Happy and sparkly! (Photo: John Jackson) |
Unfortunately
I had to leave the party early in order to brave the underground to Euston and catch
the train that would connect with the last bus home. Even more unfortunately, I
needn’t have bothered because my train was delayed (those storms again) and I
missed the last bus, leaving me stranded in Stafford with no bus until 5am.
Thankfully I was able to ring a lovely friend who did the 40-mile round trip to
collect me.
Of course,
the next day it was back to the fleecy top and jeans and the day job, but now
I’ve braved one party I hope to make it to others. I can’t wait until the
summer!
