As part of my whole "new job" thing, I have to go to Frankston tonight for an author event. No one from the publicity team can make it, and as the bookshop that's holding the event is one of my accounts, the ball falls to me. Don't people know I don't like going places or doing things??
I'm completely unsure of what I'm supposed to be doing. As far as I know, I'm going there simply to hang out with the author beforehand because he gets a bit nervous about public speaking, so my being there is intended as a gesture of support. I don't know if I'm going to have to do the publicist thing of standing at the head of the signing line and writing down the names of peoples wanting to get their book signed on little post-it notes that then get stuck to the cover for ease and economy of time. I hope not, but I imagine that'll probably be the case.
I won't be getting home until after 9.30. It's not such a big deal, as today has been soooooo quiet. I don't think it'll be until week after next when I'm actually doing sell-ins that my new job will get genuinely busy.
Even so, looking forward to when tonight is over and done with.
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