Turn The Page

So our first book fair....I didn't really think about what it would entail until I was there. Our stand was by the door, nearly behind the door.... I blagged a sofa from Marzarnos... thank-you! I made the nest and then realised I had two days of talking ahead of me. gulp. After day one I hated the book, I met some lovely people, had a great chat about MAs........but I'm good to chat for about three hours and then I get bored of my own voice. I thought of the triviality of my life and why did I think this thing was so important, this book,this stupid book that took four years to make happen, cost a fortune and was just sitting there, mute, whilst I had to dance like a monkey around it, singing it's praises. Day two Sal was in charge, When I met her at 3pm to take over, she was in a similar state to me, thou worse. I had to console her tears whilst we stood in the front window of the Book Fair.whoops. After Sal left, I decided to get through the last three hours by reading the book. It was as if I flicked a switch in my head, I was taken into the book, I loved it, it made sense, I felt inspired, proud, excited.... I looked up to talk to people and happily danced like a monkey explaining our process, our time in Berlin. I had great chats with people, learnt stuff from them, made connections with people, laughed lots. thank-you Turn The Page..... the lesson is in the title!