CALM! We must have CALM!!!!

I leave on Tuesday for Sydney.  I’m going up to see the lovely peoples from Allen & Unwin there, as well as meet my agent, Catherine, for the first time (after communicating via phone/internets for nearly a year).  I’m also going to an Australia Council bash – yes, I have agonised over clothes.  Most of you who know me know that my clothes fall somewhere along the spectrum from ‘chook-shed cleaning/chainsawing clothes’ to ‘look decent at a pub clothes’ and not much in between.

Apart from couture decisions, there’s so much to do!  Planning for meetings and organising flight paperwork and arranging child-care, along with other general life-house-mess stuff, and two of the boys have the lurgy, and…and…

I am repeating the ‘Calm!  We must have CALM!’ mantra.

While I’m away, I will be thinking up ideas for helping get Every Breath out into the world.  I have plans, oh yes.  Plans that involve giving things away, and making trailers, and extra stories, and blog tours, and free stuff…chime in if there’s anything you think I could do that would make the arrival of Every Breath more exciting!

Oh, and I’m going to throw a party!  Actually, I have plans for TWO parties!

I know, I’m going crazy!  Someone, please, stop me!  (Omg, that means I will have to find PARTY CLOTHES.  I’m officially freaking myself out now.)

But the launch is only…crap, it’s only 3 months away.  I’m getting that fluttery nervous anxious feeling in my gut just thinking about it.  Now I’ll have to go watch some Elementary re-runs or something to get a handle on it.

When I come back from Sydney, prepare for plans.  See you then!

The Hot Seat

  

Your palms are clammy.  Your breath feels tight.  Sweat is staining the armpits of your shirt – damn, the Rexona has failed again – and your throat is dry.  People start looking at you, and your heart begins thumping out of your chest…

What is it?  Could it be…yes!  You’re PUBLIC SPEAKING!!!

Check out the hot seat at right, cunningly disguised to look attractive.  You can't see it, but there was even a flickering-flame graphic on the screen in the decommissioned fireplace behind the chair!

Yes, I took to the stage to read at Newstead Short Story Tattoo, and it was stressful.  Getting to watch Cate Kennedy, who speaks so eloquently, and with such a relaxed style, was pretty inspiring.  If Cate can do it, damnit, I can too!  Sadly I was scheduled just before Cate, so it was only in the aftermath of my own turn that I was able to settle down and enjoy the ride.

But it was a fun ride.  I think I’m improving – now my hands only shake at the start.  Which is okay if you can steady them on a lectern, but no good if you’re holding the mike in one hand and your book in the other.  You just look like you’ve got the DT’s.

Anyway, I’m working on it.  I think I’m getting the hands thing under control – except after the shakes leave my hands they head south, so by the halfway mark, my knees are knocking together.

I’ll get the hang of this eventually.  Maybe by the time the next Newstead Tattoo rolls around.

Website: The website is up and running!  Lope on over to www.elliemarney.com and see what you think.  Is the banner too pink?  (If it is - tough!  It's too late now!  Bwahahahahaa!!)  Actually, I love the look of the site, and all the credit for website awesomeness goes to the Amazing Jane from Blue Vapours, who can even make haybales look inspiring!

Guest post:  Tomorrow I’m guest posting at YA Contemporary.  Thank you very much to Jim for inviting me to post – I wrote a piece on YA crime, which I like to think is on the up and up.  Go have a look, hope you like it!

Here's some more shots of the Tattoo, for your viewing pleasure:

Neil Boyack, organiser extraordinnaire...

Someone who must have had the Hot Seat experience before me... 

Lucy Sussex in full flight during the Horror Stories on Friday night...











And finally...when I came out of the Community Hall on Sunday afternoon post-Sister's Salon, I noticed that in fact a story full of drama and pathos had been going on right across the street from us, while we were busy listening...

Here was the final line:

                                                    Hemingway, eat your heart out!