My fabulous colleagues at Triskele make me sound rather nice.

Thanks, gang!

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This is the third in our series – what each brings to Triskele Books.

http://triskelebooks.blogspot.ch/2017/01/triskele-author-feature-jj-marsh.html

The English Restaurant

We did it!

After over a year of hard work – writing, negotiation, discussion, rewriting, designing, branding, re-rewriting and trying to comprehend DRM, QR, KDP and EIN – Triskele Books is now standing on all three legs.

Between Jeanette Winterson’s veg shop and Tracy Emin’s gallery, right opposite Spitalfields Market, sits The English Restaurant. An independent venue with high standards, and thus the perfect venue for a right royal knees-up: the Triskele launch.

Lorraine Mace

People flew in from Spain, France and Switzerland, others travelled from Ireland, Wales and Cumbria and one plucky pair took the bus from Crouch End.

Pink champagne and canap├ęs (oh yes) were followed by a humbling introduction by Lorraine Mace, writer, columnist and successful crime author as her alter ego Frances di Plinio.

She did us proud and made me come over a bit tearful, to be honest.

Gillian Hamer read from The Charter, evoking all the mystery of the Anglesey coast and whetting appetites for a story of gold, greed and forgiveness.

Our guests

Liza Perrat read from Spirit of Lost Angels, a heartbreaking passage which brought a lump to the throat, beautifully illustrating her rich, descriptive writing.

Lastly, I read a section from Behind Closed Doors. Don’t ask me how it went. I got a couple of laughs but that may have been at my shaking knees.

Jane Dixon Smith

Finally, we presented our fantastic designer, Jane Dixon Smith, with gifts from ‘home’. French champagne, Swiss chocolates and English flowers.

Then we signed, posed and chatted, relieved and happy.

There was one moment when I just stood and stared at all those people.

And I understood we’d actually done it.

We each had a dream. Together, we made it a reality.

 

Then I copped myself on and fetched another glass of pink fizz.

To Trisky!

Trisky’s Angels