You may have noticed I’ve been missing for a few days. Well, for the first couple of them I was strolling around Oxford’s cobbles with my brother, wondering how I could possibly get the entire stock of Whittard’s home on Ryan-‘ONE piece of cabbin baggage’-air, and hoping that the strolling was at least contributing to the burning off of the calories consumed at afternoon tea. After that, I was at ChipLitFest.
May contain cucumber sandwiches.
With big names splashed all over the program, military-level organization (in a good way!) and five-star accommodation for authors, it’s hard to believe that this was only the second year of ChipLitFest. I was delighted to be invited to do a ‘ChipLit Chunk’ — a two-hour workshop on self-publishing followed by half an hour of coffee and cake with my participants afterwards — and since my big regret at Waterford Writers’ Weekend was not having enough time to attend anyone else’s sessions, I made sure to grab some ChipLitFest tickets as well.
The main house at Heythrop Park.
ChipLitFest are famous for looking after their authors, which is how I ended up at the stunning Crowne Plaza hotel at Heythrop Park. On 400-hundred-and-something acres, it was like waking up on the grounds of the palace of Versailles in the morning—especially since on Saturday it was all clear blue skies and warm sun. I checked in at the (well-stocked!) authors’ Green Room, collecting my ‘Author’ badge to wear for the day. And there was a even little thank you card from Clare Mackintosh, the founder of ChipLitFest, who invited me. Such a lovely touch!
No, thank YOU!
My event, The Art of Self-Publishing,took place in one of the most adorable bookshops I’ve ever been in: Jaffe & Neale. In my daydreams about one day opening my own bookshop/cafe, it’s the interior of Jaffe & Neale’s that I’d hope to recreate: plenty of books yet plenty of space, and coffee tables not collected in a far corner but actually dotted around the bookshop. I couldn’t help myself; I picked up Stranded by Emily Barr and We Need To Talk About Kevin by Lionel Shriver while I waited for the previous event to finish. (It being one of my all time favourite novels, I already have a copy of Kevin, but all my books are piled in boxes in a storage unit at the moment and I fancied a re-read.) Then the lovely staff took my coffee and cake order for later—coffee, cake and sunshine? Can’t all book festivals be like this?—and then it was time to start.
Jaffe & Neale bookshop & cafe, Chipping Norton.
The event went really well, mainly because I had such a lovely group, and afterwards I ran around the corner to the theatre because I had tickets for Lionel Shriver’s talk about new book, Big Brother. Shriver has long been a favourite writer of mine so it was thrilling to see her in the flesh, but honestly: there’s clues in her books, but I didn’t appreciate just how clever and fascinating she is. The hour flew by. I would’ve happily sat there and listened to her for another two after that.
— Monika Hocks (@MonikaHocks) April 21, 2013
I also had tickets to Peter James, in conversation with the lovely and hilarious Jane Wenham-Jones. James has amazing access to seemingly all branches of the criminal world and the authorities who strive to put a stop to them, and his anecdotes were worth the ticket price alone. Another truly fascinating hour. I snapped up Wannabe a Writer? by Jane (again, another copy, since I have it already—this one was so she could sign it for me) and Perfect People by Peter James, who signed it and wished me luck with my writing.
A souvenir and great reading for the journey home…
Heading back to Heythrop Park I had a bag weighed down with books and a heart full of love for all those who write them.
Thank you to Clare Mackintosh for a wonderful weekend!
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