Sarah Duncan tells tales of hangovers and talks...
My first book had been published in the summer of 2004, and I'd been invited to be a speaker at the RNA conference. I'd not been before so had little idea of what to expect, but everyone was incredibly friendly. Too friendly. I have a vague recollection of Mandy Grange topping up my glass in the bar at about two in the morning. I think I got to bed at four. None of this would have mattered if my talk hadn't been at nine the next morning.
I struggled out of bed feeling - oh, beyond dreadful. You know, that sensation that your skin is sliding off your face into a grey-green puddle on the floor. That bad. I couldn't give a talk. I had to give a talk.
I remember sitting on a chair because I thought I'd fall over if I stood. I can remember looking at Jenny Haddon sitting in the front of the audience and thinking I was about to throw up over the RNA chair. Which would have been memorable, to say the least.
But what I remember most is hearing Julie Cohen's talk in the next door room. It sounded as if it was going really, really well. I discovered afterwards she'd brought in a life-size cardboard cut-out of Hugh Jackman which seemed an unfair advantage.
I'm speaking again at this conference. I've got the nine o'clock spot again. And in the next room will be...Julie Cohen. But this time I'm ready. She may have Hugh Jackman, but I've got magic publishing pixie dust and I won't be hungover. Much...
Sarah's latest book is out now
Kissing Mr Wrong (Headline Review)