For some reason, maybe it's my age or something , but I have very jumbled and hazy memories of Junior School. Classroom memories, playtime, school dinners, all the bad stuff like being told off, but I have one very clear and distinct memory of a white-haired man reading to us in assembly.
The man was H E Todd, author of the Bobby Brewster series of books. I can remember being very impressed and buying a book and taking it to him to sign. It wasn't a pivotal moment in my life. I wasn't inspired to go off and write flowery prose. I read the book. Can't remember much about it. There was a policeman but Bobby ended the day eating his favourite sardine sandwiches and all was well with the world. But it was a memory, lodging in my mind forever.
An author visit.
It was curious to be at Chesterfield High School in Crosby, signing books for people. My book. By me. In other people's hands. Will I be a memory in someone's mind? That would be nice.
But a great feeling.