Sat down just before our evening meal to do something that fills me with trepidation, that is I decided to upload a system to sell on-line. Much to my amazement, after leaving the computer on and eating the meal, cooked as always on Saturday night by my husband, I return and find the program seems to have inserted itself OK, so now the task for tomorrow is to upload some substance; starting, of course, with The Midnight Hare, but then adding other books that I have either written and illustrated, or just illustrated, which were published by Serafina Books (have of course okayed this with the owner of Serafina Press, editor and also author, Jennifer Doherty); and to add to the jollity, will have some of my Northern Alphabet Postcards and Berwick Bear cards on offer. It will take me a day or two to work out the manner in which I should do this, and I shall intersperse my efforts with feeding the birds and playing solitaire and picking sweet peas… la la la, what a nice life I lead… I would love to get someone else to do all the IT stuff, but one of the reasons I started this project was to LEARN.
There are hosts and hosts of things I should have been dong months ago, including publicity and setting up e-commerce, but I was so involved in finishing the book and getting it to the printers intact, I disregarded these other matters, and am now at somewhat out of sync. But never mind, the printers, Martins in Spittal, just over the water from the main town of Berwick upon Tweed, have done a really nice job with the printing, without bankrupting me, and the fact that I like the look and feel of the book as an object is one of the most important things of all.
Had some good days vis-vis The Midnight Hare – a friend wrote and said she liked it more than anything else that I had done; and this morning I went into Kelso and saw a gallery-owner friend, Tony, who offered to sell the book in the Tony Huggins-Haig Gallery (process already started apparently), and has put quite a reasonable picture of me holding the book on the gallery Facebook page. And one of my first young readers, aged three, apparently wanted the book read again immediately (which I am told is unusual for him); and was very taken with the giraffes.