Tuesday night, amongst friends and family and bookish people, I officially welcomed Frankie into the wilds of the world. There was food and drinks and a Frankie-cake, and a fun time was had by all (I hope).
The launch was held at the Little Bookroom in North Carlton. If you’ve never been then what are you doing with your life? Seriously. It’s a specialist children’s and YA bookshop run by the passionate and lovely Leesa Lambert and it was the perfect place to hold the launch.
My wonderful mother baked for hours to put on a good old-fashioned country spread and dad lugged the esky of wine for miles – there’s a reason Frankie is dedicated to my parents.
I was so chuffed by the turnout – it’s always a bit scary to host a party in case no one fronts up but friends, old and new, piled into the Little Bookroom and made me feel very, very lucky. I was a bit overwhelmed to be honest and kept rushing off mid-conversation because there were too many people to get to. If I left you hanging – sorry. If I didn’t get to talk to you – extra sorry. I can’t remember much of what I said and who I said it to.
Michelle, Frankie’s superstar editor, was nice enough to stand up and say a few words before the inspirational Kirsty Murray did the official launching. I was only ever going to ask Kirsty to launch Frankie, as it was during her four-day masterclass in Clunes that I first felt confident in Frankie’s story. I can’t thank Kirsty enough for being the kick up the bum I needed back then and for being there to launch Frankie.
And then there was cake. My writers’ group surprised me with a Frankie-cake that tasted even better than it looked – and it looked very, very good.
I then sat at a cute little school desk and signed copies of Frankie. Thanks to all those who bought a copy and sorry for whatever gibberish I scrawled in your book.
I was zombie-like by the end of the evening but happy and moved and incredibly grateful. Thanks again to everyone who came – hope you had a good time.