from Jenni O’Connor
What an evening. What a week. What a year. As anyone who has been following this blog will know, the road to publication of Unchained was long and fairly tortuous, but – happily – culminated in a fantastic, packed-out launch event which made it all worthwhile.
But behind the scenes, many of us had our own little dramas going on. For my husband and I, for example, the launch nearly didn’t happen. I received a call from my daughter’s school at 1pm, saying I would need to collect her as she had been ill ( she had thrown up her lunch in quite spectacular, and thankfully uncommon, fashion, all over the dinner hall). I frantically called my husband, to see if he could get home early enough to look after her, so at least I could attend the launch– even if he stayed with her and we cancelled the babysitter. In typical four-year-old fashion, though, after lolling on the sofa for an hour or so, said Small Girl started running around again, insisting she wanted ‘Auntie Bharti to come and play’, and so – with half an hour to go – our babysitter was reinstated, I shot off to help set up the launch, and my long-suffering husband prepared to follow us down once she was settled.
If you missed the event, there’s a full account here. But what about the apres-launch?Along with everything else we’d planned a celebratory drink, so off we went to the festival hub for a well-earned wind-down and a glass of something bubbly, only to barge in unawares on another event, Thriller Time, an interview with Chris Ewan, (author of Safe House and Deadline) which had over-run its time.
Chris, if you’re reading this, we truly hope that our blundering arrival and general fidgeting didn’t detract too much from your moment in the spotlight. Then there was the enormous orchid – on its way to our leader for all her efforts and trusted to my care for the evening. Its plastic packaging scrunched and squeaked every time I shifted in my seat. As copious amounts of blood and guts echoed through the small space in lyrical detail (the books sound like great reads, by the way) we made a tactful exit before our mood bubble burst completely. In the upstairs bar of a neighbouring pub we at last took a deep collective breath, ordered a large collective glass, and enjoyed the moment.
It was over – or was it? We’d been spotted by a presenter from BBC Radio Bristol and were quickly lined up for a weekend spot with Laura Rawlings. On the Saturday, Gail and I duly presented ourselves at Whiteladies Road. Nervous? Yes! But there was no time to worry, as we were in the company of a psychic making a comeback (do you think he knew it was coming? – ed.) A fascinating but garrulous man, he shared his predictions prior to going on air. That was the weekend a huge storm was due to hit the UK, and he was convinced that a crane would fall onto the Bristol Royal Infirmary. He also assured us he was getting ‘good vibes’ from our book, though whether the two were linked was unclear.
Thankfully the crane remained securely upright; only time will tell if the psychic’s vibes augur well for Unchained!
Jenni’s novel can be viewed in the Bookshop