I think I’ve mentioned before on this blog that all my life I’ve felt a bit disjointed. Different, quirky, odd – that sort of thing. The compulsion to drop everything I’m doing and sit down and write has been overwhelming, but my family has always thought I was a bit strange. My husband has, in the past, likened me to a secret transvestite because I kept my writing a secret. They kept it a secret. It was something not to be talked about. A skeleton in the Ireson family closet.
Emily absolutely loved the RNA party, so much so that loads of people thought she was a writer, too. Then she said something really lovely about all of us – published or not. She said that it was such a relief to her to know that there were other people in the world like her mum. She said she felt the same quirkiness throughout the crowded room that she had been feeling all her life and she felt really at home amongst us all.
We met up with Jane Wenham-Jones at the party. She gave me my usual injection of confidence – several times actually – and introduced me to lots of influential people as one of her ‘Wannabes’. As you can see one glass just wasn’t enough for me on this occasion as I had one red wine and one white wine! I also met Cally Taylor, Leigh Forbes and Kate Johnson and was absolutely gutted to find, when I got home and looked on the website, that Liz Fenwick had been there too! It was so crowded I just hadn’t come across her in the huge, awesome library and I really would have liked to speak to her. Sorry Liz – I just didn’t know you were there!
We ate a bag of giant chocolate buttons and another bag of chocolate clusters coming home on the train, and bumped into a Councillor, who looked mightily bemused at the sight of the ‘other me’. Annie the eccentric writer of fiction as opposed to Anne, who is a boring, staid local government officer with personality extracted by years of having to write about protocol, constitutions and standing orders.
He e-mailed me yesterday, saying he almost didn’t recognise me because I looked so different. ‘You looked really happy,’ he said. ‘Had you been on the razz.’
‘Nuff said. Councillor, if you read this blog, now you know!
All in all I would have to say the evening was AMAZING, but I won’t because that word is beginning to annoy me intensely. Why does everyone on TV have to keep saying it all the time?
(PS: Debs – it would have been perfect if you had been able to come, too)