I used to work in the research department of a trades union with a lovely colleague, Maureen, who, whenever I was gnashing my teeth about some woe, would smile serenely and say to me, ‘No-one died!’. I took some comfort from Maureen’s words after my stint on Choc Lit’s panel on Saturday.
The theme of our slot was ‘Sharing Our Choc Lit Heroes,’ and whilst Lyn, Christina, Sue and Jane did just that, my brain decided it wasn’t going to share mine, no way. The talk that I had practised in my study went straight out of my head when I looked up and saw... faces! Where did all those people come from?
I thought that caring deeply about my subject would make it easier, but in fact it made it twice as hard! Despite smiles and nods from some kind souls in the audience (I’m truly grateful to you, you lovely ladies), I stammered and stuttered through my piece before staggering off wondering how it had all gone so wrong. But then Maureen’s words came back to me. So what if I’d made a bit of chimp of myself? I got through it. No-one died.
If anyone would like a copy of the talk I meant to give, just contact me at chrisstinestovell.com and I’ll happily email it to you!