April 19, 2011 03:08:15
Posted By Michelle Birbeck
Two weeks ago I received a phone call. At first I thought that maybe it was one of those telemarketing people, especially when a voice I didn’t recognised asked for me. Then the lady mentioned who she was and where she was calling from, and if it wasn’t for the fact that I really don’t fancy a trip to A&E with a concussion, I could have fainted. Turned out, my husband knew all about that phone call, but wanted it to be a surprise for me. He’d been talking to a friend of ours, who had been talking to the local paper, telling them about the books that I’ve been writing and the fact that in just ten and a half short months the first one will be on the shelves, ready for people to buy.
I spent most of that unexpected phone call sitting half way down the stairs, where I’d just sort of stopped, answering questions about the books, me, why I wrote them, and where I was going with them. I’m sure I stuttered a lot and repeated myself a fair amount, too, but in the end I put the phone down and just sat there.
My first thoughts were; why do they want to do an article on me? They did, though, and two and a little bit weeks later, I go out to buy the paper, am sat glancing through the stories and pictures, and all of a sudden, there I am. Half a page tall, spread out over almost the whole of the top half of page 14, there’s this article that’s all about me and my books, telling everyone a little about them and how the idea came about. There’s even a version of it online, which of course has been added to facebook, twitter, facebook page, and finally on here: