I've just returned home after having the most wonderful time on the Myths and Mayhem Tour. If anyone out there is stressing about an upcoming book tour - don't. This was my first and I sailed through it. There was one heart pounding moment as I waited to start talking at the first venue, but after a couple of minutes I was away and they couldn't shut me up after that!
I should probably introduce the participants of this whistle-stop tour. There was Deborah Challinor who writes historical novels that bring early NZ history to life. With seven novels under her belt, Deborah was the most experienced amongst us.
Elenor Gill has two paranormal novels published and is currently working on number four. (You can tell they all work harder than I do, can't you!) Elenor's husband Brendan accompanied her and what a fine "roadie" he made! He drove us about, minded bags, took photos, found restaurants - in fact, having been a backing musician to singers like Dusty Springfield, he was even able to give assistance with microphones.
We also had Charlie Holland, the NZ Book Council tour coordinator with us, and she provided all the support a newbie could want.
First venue was Hamilton, a city about an hour and a half drive from home. The audience there was wonderful - they all looked so friendly that it was hard to stay nervous for long. Elenor, Brendan, and myself went on to a restaurant after the talk and then back to the motel.
Next day, we all travelled separately through to Tauranga which is actually my home town. I was born there and did all my schooling there.
That's me in the "hot seat" at the Tauranga Library, and on the left is the chair, Jenny Argante and to my left is fellow author Elenor Gill. In front of me, are zillions of devoted fans hanging on to my every word! Well - about 30 people who were politely managing to look mildly interested!
After that, it was back to the cars - the bagel I had scoffed for breakfast was beginning to seem inadequate - and on to Rotorua, our third and final venue. This time the audience consisted mainly of members of the local writer's group so they brought yet another perspective to the talk.
After that, the five of us descended like a plague of locusts upon a local restaurant called Fat Dog.
I'm afraid I seem to have cropped poor Brendan out of the shot, which seems a bit tough after he guarded my bag all evening, but that's (from left to right) Elenor Gill, Deborah Challinor and Charlie Holland. The food was delicious and the servings enormous and I shall certainly return with Tori - who is not a man to be intimidated by a super large plate of food - next time we are in Rotorua.
I took a photo the next morning because I liked Fat Dog.
The motel I was booked into had a spa and it was wonderful to relax after all the rushing about. I slept like a log that night. And then, this morning, it was back into the car and the drive home. The dogs were delighted to see me; the hens might have been - they're not very demonstrative.
And that was my very first book tour. It's left me feeling proud to be a writer, determined not to waste this opportunity, and so very keen to start writing again!
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